#the walking dead imgines

[contradiccion-viviente]

I'm 20 years old, im scared of live

I'm 22 years old, i finish my career

I'm 24 years old, am i becoming the person that i wanted to be when i was 20?

Im 26

I'll turn 30 tomorrow

Im 32

Im 35

I'm 38

I'm 40 did i enjoyed my youth ?

I'm 42 what am i supose to do now

I'm 46 a lot of thing that i did not considered important, now are the most valuables

I'm 50 my dad died last month, i did never try to forgive him, im getting old, im loosing people

Im 56 my mom turn 75 yesterday, i love her, how am i going to let her go some day

Im 59 in a few months al be living in this world for sixty years, i never tought on what i wanted to be when i turned 60, almost my whole hair is white, mi skin is full of really old tattoes, i become a good person, a fully happy person.

Im 67 i wish to have made more exercise in my youth now the only hobbie that a keep is to walk, is the only that i can do without over forcing my body, i'd love to ride my skate again

Im 71, my mom died this year i cried for her when i was 20, imgining my whole life, now that you are 71, how do feel? What did this decades teached you about life? I have no parents now, only the memory of them, my old brothers had children, and almost all of them have a family, my little brother, he has a partner and how we wanted when he was 14, he has two sons and. Daughter, i dedicate my time to go out with my nephews and nieces, i'm there especially for the ones that are queer as me.

I'm 75 i hope you get aged with a woman who loves you, what is her name? Did you had children? I know that we did not wanted childs, because of our traumas, but did you fight them? Did you over them ? Im proud of the life that i had, but this is not end yet. I have a lot of years above, and at least before die, i want to try to make the world a better place, or someones world, a better place to live in. How is the the world in you future ? Does it suck that much how every scientist said in 2022 ? Whas covid pursued for mor pandemics? Are zombies ? There was a nuclear war? How did you survive ?

Or if the future is nice, how is it ? Are you happy? What are you scared of when you are 75 ?

I'm 80, altough everything, i aged well, i love seen old photos and videos, i like memories, how many of my high school friends are still alive? Who are the friends that standed by your side for decades ? Did you knew everythin of anlly again ?

Did you fall in love multiple times after? Did you love life? Is billie still singing? Is dua still singing? Or when did they died ? Are tech to make live more time ? Are buying that ? Do you have a bionic waist ? Bionic knees? Have you been out on space? What do you care of being 80?

Im a dead ? What was the meaning of all of this?

Would i live in earth again ?

[lcthebtswriter]

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[hellcaster901]

Prompt 11 w/ Daryl Dixon x reader like some really smutty stuff

The Run

Warnings: SMUT, 18+

Summary: 

A/N: SORRY FOR IT BEING SO LATE! Am SLOWLY getting off my hiatus, but I am coming back to catch up on the anons i’ve missed. I hope you like it!

“Are you kidding me?” Daryl yelled, chasing after you in the house, not even caring that the neighbors could see him yelling at you, or the fact that you had tears running down your face. 

“Are you kidding me?” You yelled back, turning on your heels, facing Daryl with wide eyes. “I had that shit under control.” You pointed, seeing his chest rising and falling, the anger in his eyes, and it was because of you. “If you didn’t have to be mister save the day all the fucking time I would’ve had it!” You felt more tears fall, dropping off your cheeks and landing on your shirt. 

“Oh, so you’re just gonna be risking your life like that on every run?” He yelled, his voice rising the more he talked. 

“I had it under control!” You screamed, trying to get it through his thick skull. “I’m not some damsel in distress that needs you saving me every second. I have gotten this far surviving on my own!” You knew what he was trying to say, that maybe you could be reckless sometimes, and maybe you do need someone there for you, but sometimes doesnt mean all the time, and you weren’t expecting to have a babysitter everytime you went outside the walls. 

“Yeah, risking your life for some bottles of water is really something.” He scoffed, turning his back on you. 

“Are you serious?” you scoffed back, lifting a hand and wiping away some of the tears. “Do you just want me staying here? Playing some little house wife for you to come back to when you go out on the runs?” You bit back, feeling what was once some saddness, was now turning into anger as you stood there, wondering if maybe Daryl did want you staying here from now on, not contributing to the group anymore. 

He stood there, silent, letting your words sink in. You were hoping he would say no, say that they need you on the runs, that being stuck here wouldn’t do anyone any good. but he didn’t, he simply stayed quiet. 

“Fuck you, Daryl.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you walked passed him, not wanting to be in the same house as him. 

You barely got a foot away from him before he grabbed you, a strong hand wrapping around your wrist, tugging you back. 

“Let go of-”

“Shut up.” He growled, cupping the back of your head before pulling you close, lips clashing together. You moaned in surprised, pushing against his chest, not wanting to give in so easily. But the grip he had on you, and the arm that was wrapped tightly around your waist, it was a waste of time trying to get away from him. And after a short time struggling, you finally melted against him. Hands that were once pushing him away, were now grabbing his shirt, tugging him close, feeling his lips move against yours as you greedily accepted what he was giving you. You knew giving into him this easily was going to be a slippery slope for you, but right now, that didn’t matter. 

He held you close, lips moving against yours passionately. But you could tell there was frustration behind it as well. The way his hands gripped into your skin, almost like you were going to slip away, trying everything he can to make sure that didnt happen. 

“Daryl.” you mumbled against his lips, trying to pull away, trying to explain to him, but he wasn’t having any of it. 

“Stop talking.” He mumbled back, walking the two of you towards the couch, pushing you back onto the cushions, looking up at him with swollen lips and wide eyes.

“Daryl I-”

“I said, stop talking” he huffed, grabbing your face, squeezing your cheeks together, keeping you in place. “I’m sick and tired of you not listening.” He clenched his teeth together, staring down at you, his eyes wondering over your body. You could see the thoughts running through his mind, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with you. You took a deep breath, clenching your thighs together at just the mere thought of him taking you here. It was so wrong in so many ways, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop any of it. “Take off your pants”

Chills ran down your back at his command, but all you did was stare at him, wondering if this was really happening.

“I said,” He paused, leaning down, hand still clenching your face, his own only an inch away from yours “Take off your pants.” he lowly said. He released your face, leaning back and watching you. 

It was almost like your body had a mind of its own, your hands reaching for your pants, slipping and finding the waistband of your pants, finding the button and undoing it quickly, shoving at the material quickly. The rough fabric rubbing against your skin. You kicked them quickly, the pants and shoes being shoved away as you sat there, the breeze making goosebumps rise along your skin. You sat there, thighs clenched together as he stared down at you, almost like you were some piece of meat.

And you liked it. 

You wanted to say something, you wanted to ask him what else he wanted, but at the same time, you knew that if you did it would probably just start more problems for you. And you sat there, quietly waiting for his next command. 

“Your shirt.” He mumbled, his eyes flickering down to your chest for a brief moment before back to yours. 

You moved quickly, arching your back as you pulled the shirt up, flinging it over your head and onto the floor. The hair that was loosely in your ponytail now hanging freely along your shoulders.

He didnt say a word as he reached down to his pants, fingers working at the belt, slowly dragging the leather piece open. It was almost instantaneously your mouth went dry as he pulled the belt from the loops, tossing it to the side carelessly as he grabbed at his pants. Tugging it open, slowly pulling at the zipper. You stared, swallowing as he pushed the pants down, tanned skin exposed to your eyes.

Your eyes widen as his cock slipped from his pants, bobbing lightly, hard and red. He was impressive, long but girthy, chills running down your back at the sheer size. 

You licked your lips, wanting to feel the weight of it in your mouth, and that's what you were going to do. 

You looked up at Daryl, licking your lips as you pushed yourself off the back of the couch, slipping down the cushions as you dropped to your knees. You were surprised that he didn’t say anything, simply just watched as you dropped down. You took a deep breath, shaky hands sliding up his legs and to his thighs, feeling the muscles flex underneath your palms. You slowly wrapped a hand around his length, smirking as you felt it flex in your hand, a soft grunt leaving his mouth as you slowly started stroking. You could feel him tense under your hand, moaning softly at your hand. 

“Jesus” he sighed, dropping his head back. The smirk stayed on your face as you leaned forward, giving the tip a small lick, feeling a rush of chills as he groaned louder. You took a deep breath, bringing your hand down to the base of his cock, before leaning forward again, his cock sliding between your lips and against your tongue as you took him. “Fuck!” 

You moaned softly, slowly moving your head, letting your tongue circle around the tip of his cock, feeling it pulse and harden even more in your mouth. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter as you sucked him off, hearing his mumbles. 

“Stop.” he mumbled softly, dragging his hand through your hair, grabbing at your locks, pulling you off his cock. He pulled you away, you gasped as you looked up at him, spit covering your swollen red lips. The two of you barely said anything as he pulled on your hair, lifting yourself up as he grabbed your hips, turning you around and pushing you back onto the couch, knees hitting the soft cushions, hands grabbing at the back holding yourself up. You breathed deeply as you felt his hands roam over your skin, rough fingers grabbing at the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down, the loose fabric wrapped around your knees as you kneeled there. 

You shivered, goosebumps rising on your skin as you heard him step closer, feeling his thighs brush against the back of your thighs, his cock brushing against the rise of your ass, some precum smearing along your skin. You sighed, feeling him grab himself, lining himself up with your entrance, dragging the tip through your soaked lips. 

“Daryl.” You mumbled, dropping your head against the back of the couch, wiggling your ass just a little bit. Not a word as he slowly sank into your warm walls, stretching you to his size. You gasped, a slight pain to be stretched, feeling each inch force itself between your walls, waves of pleasure mixed with pain shooting to your stomach, your legs already shaking, and he barely moved.

“Jesus Christ.” He gasped, staring down at where the two of you were joined, watching as he was fully seated in you, pulling out slowly to see his cock already wet from your juices.

“Oh my god.” You gasped, your toes curling. Daryl set a steady pace, watching the way his cock split you open, just slowly working himself into you, enjoy the steady pace. But you? You wanted more, you wanted to be dominated, you wanted to just feel… dirty afterwards.

You bit your bottom lip,wiggling your hips just a little bit, hoping that he would catch on to what you wanted. And he did, he knew that you wanted it harder. 

He reached for you, grabbing one of your shoulders, pulling you up and against his chest, gasping at the sudden movement. His body grinding against yours.

“What do you want?” He growled into your ear, his rough hands reaching around and grabbing at your breast, roughly grabbing against the fabric, pulling the cups down, his warm hands gripping you. “Tell me.” 

“Harder.” You whimpered, reaching and grabbing his wrist. “Fuck me harder, please.” You begged.

He huffed against your ear, pushing you back down against the couch, grabbing at your hips. “Stay still.” He mumbled, his grip tight on you as he adjusted himself, planting his feet, and started moving. 

A small shriek left your mouth as he began moving, hips slamming against your ass, his cock slamming into you over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skip echoed through the living room. You were a blabbing mess, moans and whimpers filling the air, huffs coming from Daryl as he used you. “Daryl.” you whimpered, feeling his hands tightening on your skin, bringing you back against his thrust harder, his cock hitting you perfectly each time, feeling it in your gut as he slammed into you. “Oh my fucking god, Daryl.” You cried, feeling your walls flutter around him, getting wetter and wetter. Your juices drip from his cock.

He placed a hand against your back, pushing you into the cushions, face squished against the fabric. He grabbed at your wrists, tugging them, keeping them behind you as he held onto them in one hand, keeping you trapped there, and you didn’t want to be anywhere else. 

At this angle, it felt as if he went deeper, if that was even possible. You could feel the soreness settling in already, the back of your thighs, you were sure, were red and bright. And you loved every second of it. 

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You repeated, begging over and over again, feeling the tightness in your stomach building and building with each thrust. Daryl not letting up at all as he fucked you. 

“I’m close.” He grunted, fingers digging into your wrist, a hand gripping the flesh of your ass. “Gonna pull out-”

“No!” You gasped, knowing it was going to make a mess, knowing that there was going to be a stain, and honestly, there was a part of you that wanted that mess, but there was also a part of you that didn't want to be constantly teased about it whenever someone came over. “Don’t ruin the sofa!” You gasped out, knowing this was a ridiculous excuse. You heard Daryl chuckle, his hips faltering, his pace losing their rhythm. He grabbed at your arm, his hands grabbing at your elbows, pulling you up slightly off the couch. 

“I’ll just have to cum inside you then.” He huffed again, his pace picking up just a bit. You nodded lazily, feeling that build up in your stomach become tighter and tighter, needing that release. 

Skin slapping against skin as he continued to use you, the bruising pace quickening as you felt his cock twitch, the member pulsing inside you. You gasped lightly, feeling the way his thighs and stomach tighten against your thighs and ass. “Please please please.” You begged, feeling him twitch one again. 

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He grunted, snapping his hips, and finally.

“Oh my god.” You smiled, feeling him thrust against you a few more times and finally he came, filling you up to the brim, his cum  covering your walls in white as he grunted at each wave. 

“Come on. Come on.” He grunted, continuing his trust, wanting you to cum. “Lets go, lets go.” He encouraged, thrusting just a bit hard, his cum leaking from you and around his cock, dripping down your thigh.

The two of you were still making a mess either way. 

“Daryl.” you warned, feeling that tightness in your stomach, expanding and expanding. “I’m-”

“Lets go.” He huffed, drilling into you until that tightness finally… snapped. 

“Daryl!” You cried out, your thighs clenched together, feeling yours and his cum dripping down your thighs. “Oh my-”  You moaned lowly, dropping your head, his hands still grabbing at your elbows as the two of you rode out your orgasms together. 

He lazily thrusted into you, feeling those lasting waves as the two of you calmed down. He let go of your arms, instantly dropping to the couch in pure euphoria as you kneeled there, just processing everything that had happened. You moaned softly as you felt him slip from you, your swollen lips covered with cum, the sticky fluid dripping from you even more now that he was no longer in you. 

“Get dressed.” He mumbled, grabbing his pants, tugging them on. “They’re gonna wonder where we are.” You hummed at his words, sitting up slowly, whimpering at the soreness between your thighs. 

“Mmm, let them talk.” You smiled, looking over your shoulder at him. You locked eyes, giving him a tired smile. And much to your surprised, he gave you one right back.

[imaginestuffandthangs]

[randomkposts]

Goddamnit Steve Why!

Or imgine if seeing Steve on TV fighting Aliens was enough to break the conditioning for a moment.

---

His cellphone rings in the shawrma restruant. Steve gets up and answers it, walking away from the table so he can hear better.

"Hello"

"Steve you goddamed punk! Aliens! Aliens! Its not enough that you had to go fight goddamed Nazis, but now you have to run off to fight invaders from space! SPACE you goddamed punk! "

"Wh-"

"Nope, you don't get to protest! I left you alone for five minutes once, and you went and volunteerd to become a science experiment! You flew a goddamed plane into the ocean. What is wrong with you! And your alive again, somehow, and picking fights with goddamed Aliens! I can't believe you punk, except I know you, and of course you would wake up in the future and go fight aliens, why am I being surprised! Clearly fighting Nazis were not enough for you! "

Bucky Sighs. Suddenly he sounds tired.

"I have to go. But Punk, stop squaring up to everything you come across. Just please, give it a year at least."

The phone hangs up, and Steve is left listening to the dial tone. Eventually the call ends.

"Are you alright. You look like you've seen a ghost?"

"Can people call you from heaven on the phone?"

---

Or the sheer outrage of Steve coming back from the dead and fighting aliens was enough to overwrite the winter soldier conditioning and Bring Bucky Barnes out purely to shout at the punk for five minutes. Over a payphone. Shhh, how he got the number is not important.

[impala-imagines]

I have a meeting in an hour, urgh! But while i’m here i’m going to work on some imagines and get them ready to post. Keep sending, i’d love some Game of Thrones, Avengers and Teen wolf! 

[clowngrin-aa]

ARTHUR’S JOURNAL ENTRIES  ( SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY )

obviously there might be some errors / mistakes here and there as a) sometimes the writing is blurry, other times, hands cover it, or parts are out of frame. again, there’s some spoilers here, so if you haven’t watched the movie yet, don’t read unless you don’t mind spoilers.

page seen when his therapist flips through his journal:

Funny observation about LINES... (might make for good talk with someone and being casual about it on     (glued in photo covering text) good for the   (glued in photo covering text) to Jokey         (glued in photo covering text) Am     (glued in photo covering text) not     (glued in photo covering text) what  (blurred writing)  Front of m (blurred writing)  I don't exist (blurred writing)

another page seen when his therapist flips through his journal, possibly a continuation / rewriting of the last parts in the page above:

however lately ive noticed that a lot of peeple do not ask this! they just cut in front of m like I don't exist

WOW!

page from the scene where he’s taking notes during this one guy’s stand up show:

work the crowd dress nice but casual ( couldn’t make out this sentence. looks like ‘make dozer vaghis dosn’t ahdsense.’ maybe supposed to be ‘make observations doesn’t make sense’) slick hair ??? *crossed out something* eye contact always make funny observations sexy joker alwaze funny

( page from while on the murray show )

card but he didn’t care. he just ---- seltser. i left the store with 25 cents in my pocket. i wondered what i could by with it when i noticed that there was an ambulance and the parumedics were standing over the homeless man. i walked over because i was BC-> inturestid  in what happened to him. as i got near them i heard them say “what a way to go. on the side walk.” what?? can you imgine that??? dead on the sidewalk with peeple steppig over you. maybe hes happyer but i don’t want to die with peepl just stepping over me. i want peeple to see me i just hope my death makes more s n cents than my life imgine yor hole life ends on a sidewalk. i wonder how he was and how long noone cared about him for he was probubly a druk  drunk. whut?? were suppost to take care of every drunk that can’t hold a job??? it’s about time start gettig realistic about whut were doing here peeple. i have to work on more jokes               waste (unsure what it says before ‘waste’ possibly ‘what a’)

[jokerish-darkish-mindish]

One Night

Request: heyy so im basically a nobody but can you do an imgine where y/n is Rick’s little sister and she falls in love with the joker? btw i love your imagines 😍😍😍 - by @dani-leto

|Okay, so I’m soooo freaking sorry for being sooo late. But I’m back, with new ideas and new content!! My Tumblr will change a little. From now on I will write not only about Joker but about Jared Leto and whole 30 Seconds to Mars. BUT this blog will be based on Joker, while my Wattpad (@Emu_ki) will be based on Jared..  So feel free to go check my stories there.! Love you dolls!! Let me know what you think about this one ;)|

“Why you are so late??!” A loud man voice reached you from the living room just after you entered the house.

It was 2 am. You came back after a party. You took off your black high heels and checked pretty messy (h/c) hair. “Maybe I didn’t need to come back home huh!?” You replied getting pretty pissed off.

You were already 19 years old and still everybody acts like you are ‘the little girl’. “You MUST to get home!” The voice replied getting closer to you. Rick showed up. “But let’s be realistic, my little kid is sleeping and this kind of time is heaven for me and June and with your night life it can be ruined…” he said while leaning next to the wall. He was chewing a Pb&J sandwich. “Then why aren’t you sleeping too?” You narrowed your eyes and walked to your room.

Right after graduation you asked Rick for a place to live. He was your older brother. You weren’t sure about his answer.. He had wonderful family life with June and it was too much to ask, but you had to. For your surprise he agreed and now you had your own room in his house.

Yeah, life with a small kid wasn’t easy, but you had to help. For some time at least.. You loved to go out with friends, it was your addiction. You always had so much fun, the night vibes always pull your mood up, drinking and smoking got you relaxing, but it wasn’t very often just because it wasn’t the right way to spend your money. Every night there were new places, new faces.

Last nigh wasn’t an exception. You and couple of your other girl friends went to one of the ‘greatest’ club of all. And that was a huge mistake, after 1hr you had to leave that place, just because that place sucked at giving the great atmosphare. Well at least you had an opportunity to meet a guy. Rick would be go insane if he would know that you danced with The King of crime…

You lay down onto your bed with your clothes and smiled. You still could sense his aroma. You closed your eyes and once again you saw that wonderful man, a real gentleman. His green hair, pale skin, red lips, silver smile.

That night he gently approached you by the bar. He gently placed his hand around your waist after taking a shot of alchohol with you. He face structure and deep eyes just took over you. There was no big chit chats going, he just offered to dance together, you accepted not only from a fear about being dead, but from the curiosity of being so close to such infamous criminal. Your body was touching his  while you both took over the dance stage. Your friends were looking at you with fear but non of them were brave enough to free you from is grip.

After a dance he kissed your cheek super soft “We’ll meet again baby doll” he whispered before leaving. And now you are blushing as hell in your bed. You closed your eyes and it took only a few seconds to fall asleep.

Next morning you woke up when the sunlight touched your face. You sat on your bed and yawned while looking around the room. You quickly dressed up and opened your room’s  door and almost bumped into a Rick. “Good morning” He laughed at your sleepy face expression. “You got a single letter.” Your eyes got wider both of you knew, nobody sends you any kind of letters. “Morning morning” you quickly took your letter and without ceremonies opened the envelope. Rick was interested too but as soon as you saw the first word you quickly closed the bedroom’s door and sat on the carpet.

“Morning, doll face…  I forgot to ask your name. 

Indeed… You are that military boy’s lil sis, huh?? This ain’t that fun, darling..

Now, let’s keep it in secret bunny, I will see you very soon…

Everything is planed, I know you want is as much as I do…”

J.

Your jaw dropped, so many questions were in your head it started to hurt  little. “Very soon?” You whispered and looked at your window. What have you done, one single dance probably changed your whole life. Maybe he is faking it? No, it’s a lame joke for the Joker. Then you read it once again.. MINE. You read bolder letters.. His.. No, it wasn’t a joke. You took a deep breath and threw that envelope to a garbage bin and went downstairs. You ignored  Rick’s questions and nagging about a secret lover. You just continued to live a normal life, somehow..

- 1 week later -

One week without secret envelopes, messages or something different. Just before you leaving the house for some shopping with friends June stopped you. “Y/N?.. Look, I found it this morning in front of your bedroom door.” June held a purple rose. She said bedroom door?! No, how? “Bedroom?!” You repeated and took that rose from your hands. June fixed her glassed  “Maybe you dropped it somehow before bed time?” You tried to come up with logic reason, but sadly no ideas came up, so you continued with June’s idea. “Ah yeah, probably, thank you” You smiled and left the house. A rose, INSIDE?..  You head was spinning, he was inside.. It has to be Joker’s, obviously it’s his…

- 2 weeks later -

Another week without any mysterious gifts or letters. It was a Friday evening. You were sitting on your bed reading some sort of book about psychology. Every single type of different psychopathy made you more and more interested. You looked at the phone it was already 1am. You put the book on the night stand and got under the blanket. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

After some time a loud scream woke you up. For a second you thought it was just in your dream. But a woman screamed once again and her scream was followed with gun shots. You quickly stood up and slowly opened your bedroom door. You slightly peaked out and looked down the hallway.

Rick was holding his gun, pointing to the front door. "Daaaaarling!!! My sweet Y/N..." Voice came from outside "Please tell your sweet military boy to put down the gun!! I just missed my kitten" You recognised the voice after a long and loud laugh. It was Joker. At this point you felt weak and super confused. 

June looked at you "H-how does he know your name!?!" She was shocked but not as much as you were. Joker knocked at the door couple of times "excuse me.. but is it safe now??" He asked while giggling. "Sweetie, should I use my guns?!" He continued shouting from outside.

"N-no, he will kill you!" You walked out of the bedroom talking to June and Rick. You were coming closer to door when Rick grabbed your hand "Hell no you are NOT going to see him!" He shouted while gripping your hand harshly. "June, go get the baby and hide!" He commanded and looked directly into your e/c eyes. "I'm not letting you go with that psycho" he said loudly.

Then there was a knock once again "Sweet sweet Y/N, I will count to ten.." You got scared about the mind in your head seeing bloody Rick or June with a kid in her hands. "He. Will. Fucking. Kill. You" You said seriously. You weren't sure about what was happening around. Heart was shouting to go and hug that monster while your brains told differently. You shook your head and hugged Rick tightly "I will come back" You whispered and reached the doors.

"I won't let you go without a fight!" He shouted and he was right. It was stupid for him to let his younger sister simply leave his house in the middle of the night with this unstable serial killer. As soon as you opened the doors he started to shoot at Joker goons without a break. One of the goons shot into his hand and made him drop the gun. After that with a strong hit he knocked Rick down.

"10 seconds boss" a goon said and Joker quickly ran next to you. He moved his hand around your waist. "Let's go princess" he purred and was about to leave with you. At some point you really wanted to go, have some different life but you knew it was stupid and insane to do this with the Joker himself. You looked at the Rick a little bit scared then looked into those icy blue eyes of Joker and let him lead you to his car. You made a choice by your heart.

Even if it was a mistake, you had to try it out. You followed the Joker and sat next to him. You had no other choice actually, he was probably planing to kill everyone if you were going to reject his offer. And now you are sitting next to the most dangerous man in the whole Gotham only in your pyjamas. His hand was around you. "Welcome darling." He purred once again making you blush. 

Now you were in the new family. Untraditional family. But it was a new beginning. You looked back at the house. Your eyes got teary a little but Jared made you face him "I hope you liked my purple rose"...

He changed the subject...

He probably will change you too.. 

 "Sorry Rick, I fell for this monster..."

[thereandbackagainandlost]

From January 2016- March 2016: Movies that I have seen and shows what I started to watch

Inside llewyn Davis (2013) The end of the movie fucked me up. I was so confused, altough I think we need movies which left us with our imgination. I felt so much. Oscar Isaac doesn’t need any words, he’s facial expressions said more than any word.  I don’t particulay like-or hate- folk music, let’s say I am not familiar with it, but this soundtrack is good.  

Fear the walking dead (2015)

When I became a huge Walking Dead fan it was no doubt that I’m gonna start watching the spin-off as well. Well it was a cancel for me. I almost slept through the first season… but I hoped that the show is gonna change, so I started season 2 but I had enough. The conception is interesting and I wanted to know about more how the world „reacted” for the zombies-ehm, walkers. They had very good idea seeds, but when they came into realization the result became ridiculous.

Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) I did not had the time to write reviews, and now I don’t remember much…I remember that I was not fascinated by it, maybe I am the only one in the planet.. Maybe I compared it with different Audrey movies which I have seen..

Supergirl (2015)

Melissa Benoist such a gem.  Supergirl and the Flash are on the same level. The show(s) characteristic is lightness, some (un)necesseray drama, lovable charecters, and silly moments, but this is why it is an enjoyable show. During the episode with the Flash I just could not stop smiling.

The Danish Girl (2015) I can’t pass the fact that one of my favourite actresses got an Acadamy Awards for her perfomance. My sweet Alicia. She deserved it. Greta had so much strength, and affection towads Einar/Lili. They had an unquestionable, extraordinary love. The costumes were so beautiful!

A Most Violent Year (2014) Jessica Chaistan&Oscar Issac are fantastic actors.

A Village Affair (1995) The only reason for me watching it because it is Keira Knightley’s first TV movie, and I watch everything with her. Well, Keira was so cute. :D Jessica Jones (2015)

Unfortunately, I didn’t like it as much as I thought I would. For David Tennant I have no words to describe. He is unbelievable. Every scene where he appeared in left me speechless. I felt the tension, his power (his strenght, his compassion). I loved hating him.   

Inside Out (2015) Pixar did it again. It is fun for the children, and leave the adults with wet eyes-at least I was crying. Wonderful!

Casablanca (1942) It is a true classic movie. So so so good! I loved it so much! 12 Years a Slave (2013)

This won the Best Motion Picture of the Year in 2014. Well, I understand why this movie won. The performances made me speechless. Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role got an Oscar for Lupita Nyong’o. She deserved it, but Chiwetel and Michael Fassbender were better. Both of them should have won. Fassbender’s performance was so good,one of the best performance that I have ever seen.

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the other nominations were: American Hustle (2013)- I have seen it. The costumes were beautiful. It derseved it’s winning. Christian Bale and Amy Adams were fantastic. And I don’t like either Jennifer and Bradley. Captain Phillips Dallas Buyers Club Gravity (2013)- The story was a dissapointment, but the visuals were perfect. Her Nebraska Philomena The Wolf of the Wall Street (2013)- It was quite unexpected, liked it. Daredevil Season 2 (2016) I can’t believe that there is gonna be another season. One of my favourites. When I started watching the season, I thought, man, this is better than the previous season. But sadly, It didn’t last long. There are several remarkable scenes, but also a dissapointment. The Punisher scenes left me speechless (for different reasons), but his character sadly became a shadow of himself. Even so have I have high hopes for the stand alone Punisher series. 

Prometheus (2012)

Not knowing what this movie about tells everything about my shortcomings. I was at my sisters’ place, and she said there’s gonna be a movie in the TV called Prometheus let’s watch it. The movie was starting, and I saw ’Michael Fassbender’, so I became calm, what could go wrong with him?! This should be a retorical question. It was a bad film, and disguisting.…

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016)

It wasn’t as bad as they say it is. But it can’t be denied that it should be way better. Everybody (me too) was sceptical about this Ben Affleck= Batman, but as it turned out, he is a great Batman. Wonderwoman’s character has a lot of potential. DC has way better characters than Marvel, but they are doing something wrong with their movies. It is very sad that most of the people started to hate DC because of their poor choices. The Da Vinci Code (2006)

The mistake that I keep doing (altough after I regret it), usually I have seen the movie first, before reading the book. The film was ok movie it was interesting, but the book gave so much more.

Angels&Demons (2009)

Well, the story is very lame with a whole bunch of nonsene, but I heard the book not so good as well.

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For my Making Monsters class we were told to write a scene from a movie from the monsters perspective. I chose to write from Jason’s perspective from the end of Friday the 13th Part 1.

Jason had a very eventful first day of summer. For starters, he woke up. Now usually this is pretty standard for people, but for Jason it was a bit startling since his last memory was of himself flailing his limbs while drowning in a lake. Jason pried his eyes open only to be shocked at the sight of small green fish swimming centimeters away from his face. With a mighty push he brought himself up to sit. His arms were green and slimey, and his face was clammy. His bathing suit was torn and ragged. Mud fell in an avalanche off his back into the deep indent he'd left in the lake bed. He felt heavy and slow. How long had he been here? How was he even here to begin with? Jason hadn't really learned much about drowning, he was only a child after all, but he didn't think people often came back from that. It suddenly occurred to him that he should probably get out of the water as soon as possible. He couldn't image that this long of a swim was good for him. Jason poked his head out of the water. The moon cast a white glow on the water around him and the scene happening on the shore in front of him. Jason's eye weren't exactly as good as they could be, being all clammy and shriveled as they were, but he could see a figure face down on the shore with a second figure climbing into a boat. Jason bobbed in the water, confused as to what was going on and scared to approach the scene. The boat began drift out towards the open water and Jason, in a moment of panic, ducked beneath the waves. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he scared to learn what it was. In spite of his recent drowning issue he found that he was able to hold his breath for quite a long time and proceeded  to stay put at the bottom until the boat was far from where he was. This gave Jason a moment to contemplate what he should do next, and he decided he might as well see if the person on the shore was ok. Really seeing anyone would be nice, as he could really go for an explanation as to what was going on. Walking out of the water like a scuba diver, Jason stomped over to the unconscious person. His clothes were heavy and pressed him down into a slouch. As Jason got close to the body a wave of disgust and terror and he was forced to step back. A thousand thoughts started rushing through Jason's head, which is exactly what wasn't happening for this person as their head was missing. Jason froze, unsure of what to do. His eyes darted around in an attempt to find something, anything to remedy this. Maybe he could fix this, maybe he could find someone to help. He was ten years old, anything was possible in his mind. Jason turned to run into the woods to find help but sound himself tripping on a rock or something. His face slammed into the dirt with a hefty thud and Jason held his face in agony. His struggled to a knee and then got to his feet before whipping around to see what he had tripped on. His feelings of fright and surprise gave way to an overwhelming despair. Before Jason lay the head of his dearest mother. Jason towered over the head and body, not moving a single muscle, unable to process what was going on. The biggest problem Jason had ever faced before was getting a bad grade on a math test, and now suddenly whatever's going on here is happening. Should he be sad? Angry? Scared? He couldn't tell how to feel and all the emotions swirling around in his brain were causing his head to swell. He stood for a moment, completely unmoving, not even taking in a breath. He trembled as he slowly knelt down to pick up his mothers body and head and began stumbling off into the woods. He wasn't sure where he was going, all he knew was that somewhere around here there had to be a camp counseller, maybe they could help. Deep into the night Jason walked. His feet were splitting and turning green from the grass and his knees were shaking and spasming from lack of use. His arms strained under the weight of his mothers body as he struggled to keep his grip and his hands looked like they had red gloves on with how much blood was pouring everywhere. Eventually Jason's mother fell to the dirt below as Jasons' arms gave out and he fell to his knees. What was he to do at this point? He was exhausted and scared, not to mention the only person he had ever known wasn't here to comfort him anymore. Jason curled up next to his mother and just laid there in a feeble attempt of getting care and attention and went to sleep once more. Jason had the worst sleep of his entire life that night, which considering how he slept yesterday is astonishing. He had vivid nightmares of the night before, of his mother beingg brutally dismembered and him being blamed for it, all on repeat for the entire night. He jolted up out of his sleep and took a moment to process the situation he was in. He needed a minute away from this. A minute to breath. Jason looked around and saw the lake on his left. Whereever he had run off to was clearly not far enough away from where all this stuff had happened. Either way, he left his mothers body and stumbled towards the lake. At least he wouldn't get lost if he went this way. He stopped on the edge of the water and peered in. He could see tiny fish swimming around, having a good time. He wished he could be a fish at this point. Then he noticed his face. and body in the waters reflection. It horrified him. Jason's face was a bit more than clammy. His had lumps and bumps on in places they shouldn't be, his skin was rotting on his cheeks and under his eyes, and jaw looked permanantly skewed off to the right. His arms were massive in comparison, which made the difficulty he had carrying his mother last night rather bizarre. Same with his legs, they were so long. Compared to the average person he was a giant. How did this even happen? For all Jason knew he thought he died when he drowned at the bottom of a lake, how did he continue to grow? And this this extent? Was he a zombie? If he died again would he be dead for good? Could he even die? Was he immortal? His body ached tremendously, so could immortal people even feel pain? His head started to ache. These have been happening ever since he awoke in the lake and they happened any time he tried to process what was happening. He changed his attention to the lake, which seemed to span endlessly in front of him from side to side. He could see a legion of trees on the otherside, and right off the shore across the lake was a boat floating gracefully down the water. In fact, this looked to be the same boat Jason had seen last night, with the other figure that sped off as soon as Jason awake. The gears in Jason's head started turning and it dawned on him that this person might have something to do with his mother's abrupt departher from his life. Why else would such a person leave a body like that and escape in a boat? They were in some sort of getaway boat, the bastard. Jason clenched his fist and a fiery rage built up in his chest as he stormed into the water, descending below the waves. In a matter of minutes Jason crossed the lakebed and stared up at the boat above him. As he was preparing to take his vengence it suddenly occured to him that he had no idea what he was going to do. What was the best course of action? Flipping the boat made sense, but could he easily just drag them under the water? Perhaps they'd be incredibly strong or something, then what? Jason was big but he wasn't exactly strong yet. Should he find a weapon? There might've been something at the scene of the crime. Did he even have the guts to go through with this? In spite of his fiery rage earlier he was still a confused little boy who wasn't sure of what he was doing. It didn't help that the fire in his heart began to calm during his walk to this point.  Jason was preparing for a massive headache when he saw the boat shift above. He could see a shadow cast itself on the waves which appeared to be waving and he realized that now more than ever was a good opportunity to go through with this. With the persons guard down he'd have the perfect opportunity. Jason cast aside his doubt for but a moment and, with a hefty push from his legs, rocketed himself to the surface and flung his arms around the villains neck from behind. Jason yanked backwards as hard as he could and the two plummeted into the water. Jason was shocked at what he discovered. He had pictured his mother killer to be mustache twirling villains, like a gang member something. What Jason found locked between his arms was a teenage girl, and not one that looked paricularily dangerous and evil by any stretch of the imgination. In fact, she looked just as scared and confused as he did. She had short, brown, and messy hair with a ragged white shirt. She had clearly been through some kind of odreal. She clenched at her neck trying to pry Jason's arm off of her and kicked against him as hard as she could, which wasn't too hard considering they were under water. Bubbles erupted from her mouth like a jet as she started to go limp. This would have been great, but Jason's heart suddenly started to race. Maybe this girl wasn't her mothers killer after all. Was she truly strong enough to kill his mother? She seemed whole heartedly confused as to what was going on. But if she wasn't the killer then why would she be run off in a boat and leave her mothers corpse behind. She was clearly trying to escape the scene. Or pehaps she herself was trying to escape a killer who had brutally axed his mother. Jason winced in pain before releasing his grip and shoving her body at the surface. Jason looked around and saw several other boats appraoching. She'd probably be ok, it was himself that he needed to worry about. He rushed towards the shore where his mother was located. He needed to hide himself and his mother in the woods somewhere. There's no way the police or anyone else would even consider Jason's story now, not after what he had done and especially not with how he looks. He rose from the water undetected on the other side of the lake and disappeared into the woods. Jason carried his mother deep into the woods before stumbling across a rotting wood shack with much of the walls and roof rotted to the point of colapsing. Nearby Jason noticed a scap car and a pile of fire wood with an aze sticking out of one of the logs. Jason proposed to himself that if he wanted to keep his mother and himself hidden that he couldn't just be sleeping out in the woods and that he'd need a place to sleep. He placed his mother in the shed and, began prying large metal sheets off the car and reinforcing bits of the shed with fire wood. He found that he was able to make a half decent living space, all abeite a bit jarring to it's surroundings. But jarring was better than nothing and he headed inside. He found that there was a table in the back of the shed and decided to place his mothers head on it with the body lying in front. This was the best memorial Jason could really hope to give his mother. It was pitiful, he was well aware, but he really didn't have any better options. He knelt in front of his mother and thought about the girl he released earlier. Did he really do the right thing? Even if she was the murderer Jason wasn't sure if he could go through with ending another persons life. He was a kid after all, murdering people wasn't usually their strong suit unless they were named Mike Myers. He was about to lose himself in thought when a voice popped into his head. "Kill them all Jason my dear." it whispered in his ear. " Kill them all." Jason looked over to see a tiny version of his mother standing on his shoulder. It looked like she was dressed up in a little devil costume, pitch fork and all. Jason tilted his head, perplexed. "They're still here Jason." She spoke calmly. "The girl and the police, Jason. You still have time. Kill them now." Jason felt a tap on his ear lobe and looked over to see his mother on his other shoulder, only in an angel costume, complete with halo. "No Jason, you mustn't waste your energy." She urged him. "Rest for now, we have a lot of work tomorrow. The campers did this to us Jason." "They killed us Jason." The one on the left chimed in. "They let you drown Jason. I only wanted to help you and they killed me too." "They're evil Jason, they're all evil." "Kill them, kill them all Jason!" They both cried. Jason stood perplexed as to what was happening. Of all the things that had happened in recent memory, this was certainly the most out there and corny. He shook his head. He'd come to terms with the fact that thinking too hard about these things would only end in pain so he chose to simply accept it. He looked over in the corner to see the ax leaning against the wall. He too it and clenched the handle in both of his hands. That camper would pay. All the campers would pay for what they did to Jason's dearest mother. Every single one of them. He'd make sure of it.

[imaginestuffandthangs]