#we want to draw rick in a box

[artificerstimetable]

AurhghhfhrhgbrjwhtbsbdWE WANT TO FINSIH THIS GRRRRAHHHHgh

[the-writerwoman]

Another little brainrot I had this afternoon.

So I was watching the 1999 The Mummy as I was typing today, as it's one of my favourite films ever and then the idea popped into my head and I was like OMG IT'S PERFECT. So in between chapters of heartstrings across the hallway, I wrote this out.

We got the dashing bodyguard/treasure hunter Rick O'Connell played by Logan. And eager, naïve Egyptologist Evie played by Wade. I imagine them as Origins Poolverine because I was Logan to have that fluffy hair when it's cut all nice :D

Please please please I am begging someone to draw these two as Rick and Evie. I will write out a Poolverine drabble of your choice, I just can't draw for the life of me and I need to see Logan with the white shirt and leather gun straps. And Cute Egyptologist Wade. We all know we want it :D

Anyways, here's the drabble! I used the scenes from the prison and when they meet him at the boat. I hope you enjoy!

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Cairo prison was everything Wade imagined hell would be. The air was a stifling mix of sweat, rot, and despair, and the prisoners staring at him through the bars looked like they hadn’t seen sunlight or soap in years. Wade was regretting this trip more with every step, but he wasn’t about to back out now. Not after Weasel had gotten him into this mess.

“Let me get this straight,” Wade hissed under his breath as they followed the warden through the grimy courtyard. “You told me you found that box on a dig in Thebes.”

Weasel, ever the picture of nonchalance, adjusted his collar and smirked. “I did say that.”

Wade glared. “You lied to me.”

Weasel’s smirk only grew. “I lie to everyone, Wade. What makes you so special?”

“I’m your brother!”

“That just makes you more gullible.”

Wade stopped in his tracks, running a hand down his face as he processed the sheer audacity of his brother’s words. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“And yet, here we are,” Weasel said, gesturing grandly to the prison around them. “On the brink of adventure, thanks to my cleverness.”

“Cleverness?” Wade scoffed. “You won that box from a drunk at the Casbah!”

“Picked his pocket, actually,” Weasel corrected, a glint of pride in his eyes.

Wade groaned, resisting the urge to strangle his brother on the spot. The warden, who had been listening to their exchange with obvious amusement, ushered them toward the holding pen.

The warden paused outside the cell, shouting something at the men inside the building. The iron bars looked like they hadn’t been cleaned since the pharaohs ruled Egypt, and Wade wrinkled his nose as the smell hit him—a mix of rust, body odor, and something distinctly fishy.

“And what exactly is he in prison for?” Wade asked, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

The warden’s grin was so smug it made Wade’s skin crawl. “Ah, I wondered that myself. So, I asked him.”

Wade arched a skeptical eyebrow. “And?”

The warden’s grin widened. “He said...he was just looking for a good time.”

Before Wade could question what the hell that meant, the interior cell door was thrown open.

A man emerged, dragged into the room by four burly guards who looked like they were on the verge of quitting. He was in dirty clothes, and his wrists were shackled with iron cuffs. His hair was a wild mess, and his scruffy beard barely hid the scowl etched into his face. Wade noted, with no small amount of alarm, that his glare seemed capable of reducing grown men to tears.

The guards shoved Logan up against the bars, and for a moment, the environment was silent except for the clinking of chains and the background noises of the prison. Logan’s eyes scanned the area, lingering on Wade and Weasel with a mix of suspicion and irritation.

Wade wrinkled his nose, leaning toward Weasel. “He’s just a filthy criminal?”

Weasel cringed, giving Wade a sharp nudge. “Way to make a first impression.”

Logan’s sharp gaze zeroed in on Wade, and Wade felt a shiver run down his spine. Then Logan’s attention shifted to Weasel, and something dangerous flickered in his expression.

“So,” Logan growled, his voice rough like gravel, “who’s the loudmouth?”

Wade’s mouth fell open. “Loudmouth?!”

Weasel chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “He’s my brother, actually.”

Logan tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah? Well, I’m sure he’s not a total loss.”

Wade bristled. “Excuse me? You’re the one chained up like a circus animal.”

Logan ignored him, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin. Wade hated it. He hated the way it made Logan look less terrifying and more... charming.

“I hate this guy,” Wade muttered under his breath.

Weasel leaned closer, whispering, “I think I like him.”

Before Wade could retort, the warden clapped his hands. “I’ll leave you to it. Back in a moment.” He exited with a chuckle, leaving Wade and Weasel alone with Logan and the guards.

Logan watched the warden leave, his smirk vanishing. “Oh yeah,” he muttered, “I’m trembling with anticipation.”

Wade stepped forward at Weasels' not so gentle nudge. 

“We, uh, found your puzzle box,” Wade said, trying to sound confident. “And we came to ask you about it.”

“No.”

Wade blinked. “No?”

Logan leaned closer to the bars, his smirk returning. “You didn’t come for the box. You came to ask about Hamunaptra.”

Wade froze, glancing nervously at the guards to make sure they hadn’t overheard. “How do you know the box pertains to Hamunaptra?”

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Because that’s where I found it. I was there.”

Wade’s jaw dropped, but Weasel, ever the skeptic, folded his arms across his chest as he leaned closer to the bars.

“How do we know you’re not just feeding us a load of crap?” Weasel asked.

Logan’s gaze shifted to Weasel, and his expression darkened. Recognition flickered in his eyes, and Weasel’s confident demeanor faltered.

“Hey... don’t I know you?” Logan asked, his voice low and menacing.

Weasel stammered, but before he could finish, Logan’s fist shot through the bars, connecting with Weasel’s jaw. Weasel dropped like a sack of potatoes, landing in an ungraceful heap. Wade stared down at his unconscious brother, then back at Logan.

“Well,” Wade said dryly, “can’t say he didn’t deserve that.”

Logan shrugged as a guard clubbed him again, his head slamming into the bars. He didn’t react, his smirk firmly in place. Wade hesitated, then stepped closer, his curiosity outweighing his caution.

“You were actually at Hamunaptra?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

Logan smirked. “I just decked your brother.”

“Yes, well,” Wade said, waving a hand dismissively. “I know my brother.”

Logan chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. “Yeah, I was there.”

“You swear?”

“Every damn day.”

Wade frowned. “No I didn’t mean that, I meant-”

Logan didn’t lose his smile. “I know, I was there. Seti’s place. City of the dead…” he waved his hands in a showy way. Wade moved forward even more, his eyes bright with excitement. 

“Could you tell me how to get there?” Logan’s eyes looked at him in disbelief. Wade looked behind him to where the Warden was shouting something. He leaned right up to the bars, using his hat to cover his face in case anyone was to read his lips. 

“I mean, the exact location?” his voice low so that only Logan could hear him. 

Logan’s head bobbed about as he said in a serious tone. “You wanna know?”

Wade blinked. “Well, yes.”

Logan’s brows furrowed to look even more serious and Wade was drawn in. “Really wanna know?” Logan rumbled.

“Yes!”

Logan crooked his finger for Wade to press his face right against the bar. Before Wade could react, Logan surged forward and grabbed his face between his thumb and finger, squishing Wade’s cheeks together. Then he kissed him full on the lips. Wade froze, his brain short-circuiting. Logan pulled back, baring his teeth like a wild animal.

“Then get me the hell outta here,” Logan growled.

Before Wade could respond, the guards yanked Logan away from the bars, his fingers falling away from Wade’s face, and dragged him off the floor. Wade stood there, stunned, his lips still tingling. Weasel groaned from the floor, his voice muffled.

Logan elbowed one of the guards who tried to grab him.

“Do it, Loudmouth,” he shouted as he was dragged back into the cell. 

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The Giza port buzzed with life, a chaotic orchestra of shouts, laughter, and the clatter of hooves against the sunbaked stone. Camels groaned as merchants hauled crates up gangplanks. Hawkers zigzagged through the throng, waving everything from toy tombs to suspiciously shiny scarab beetles. The Nile shimmered in the midday sun, and beyond it, the pyramids loomed like silent sentinels.

Wade swatted at a hawker thrusting a poorly carved “ancient” idol at him, the kind that looked like it might have been made last week. He grumbled under his breath, weaving between crates and barrels while shooting glares at his brother, who strolled casually ahead, hands in his pockets.

“Do you think he’ll actually show up?” Wade asked, flicking a loose thread from his sleeve.

Weasel barely glanced at him, too busy sidestepping a squawking parrot perched on a vendor’s stand. “Undoubtedly knowing my luck. I know the breed. He may be a cowboy but his word is his word.”

Wade snorted. “His word? Please. Personally, I think he’s filthy, rude, and a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit.”

Weasel smirked but didn’t respond as a voice came from behind them. 

“Anyone I know?”

Both brothers turned in unison.

Logan stood a few paces away, freshly shaved and looking nothing like the man they’d left in chains at the prison. His wild hair had been tamed into something ruggedly handsome, his overgrown beard shortened and styled, and his worn, tattered clothes had been replaced with crisp trousers, a button-down shirt, and a light cotton jacket that seemed custom-made to fit his muscular frame. Even the boots looked polished. He strode toward them with the easy confidence of someone who knew they had everyone’s attention, especially Wade’s.

For once, Wade had no quick remark. He opened his mouth to say something snarky, but the words caught in his throat. “Oh… um… hello.”

Weasel, however, had no such hesitation. He stepped forward, grabbing Logan’s arm in an enthusiastic handshake.

“Smashing day for the start of an adventure, eh, Howlett?” Weasel grinned, his voice loud enough to draw stares from nearby hawkers.

Logan didn’t smile. Instead, he frowned and quickly patted down his pockets. “Yeah, sure. Smashing.” His voice dripped with suspicion as he eyed Weasel. Weasel laughed nervously. 

“Oh no, I’d never steal from a partner, partner,” he reassured. He went to go give him a friendly tap on the shoulder but the look Logan gave him stopped him. 

“That reminds me, no hard feelings about the, er-” Logan points to his face. Weasel flaps his hand in a dismissive gesture. 

“Oh no, no. Happened all the time.” Weasel said with a grin. 

Wade finally found his voice. “Mister Howlett, can you look me in the eye and guarantee me this isn’t some kind of con? Because if it is, I swear—”

Logan didn’t wait for Wade to finish. He stepped closer, close enough for Wade to catch the faint scent of soap, leather, and something distinctly him. Logan’s piercing gaze locked onto Wade’s, and the weight of his intensity made Wade falter, though he’d never admit it.

“Let me put it this way,” Logan said, his voice low and steady, “My whole damn garrison believed in it so much that, without orders, we marched halfway across Libya and into Egypt to find that city. And when we got there, all we found was sand and blood.”

Wade’s throat tightened, his bravado cracking under the raw honesty in Logan’s voice. He swallowed, forcing himself to maintain eye contact.

“Fine,” Wade said, a little too quickly.

Logan’s gaze lingered on him for a beat longer before he stepped back. “Let me get your bags.” Without waiting for permission, he grabbed Wade’s luggage like it weighed nothing, and started up the gangplank of a passenger barge.

Wade stood frozen, watching Logan’s retreating figure. His brain raced with half-formed thoughts and indignation, none of which made it to his mouth.

Weasel, ever the opportunist, sidled up to Wade and nudged him with an elbow. “Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right—filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel. Nothing to like there at all.”

Wade snapped his head toward Weasel, glaring. “Shut up, Weasel.”

But his eyes betrayed him, drifting back to Logan. There was something about the way the man carried himself now, as though shaking off the grime of his prison days had unearthed the raw charisma beneath.

[dixongrimesgirl]

Gas Station

Carl Grimes x fem!reader smut 18+

request:You and Carl are walking through the woods in search of a gas station. You need fireworks for a plan to draw a herd of walkers away from a supermarket. You guys find said gas station and as you're looking for fireworks, Carl randomly gets a boner out of nowhere. Could be you, his best friend who he found very attractive but all he knew was that the problem needed to be fixed! So you two end up fucking in a gas station.

You were out looking for fireworks for Rick's plan Glenn and Rick went one way and you and Carl went the other. You thought splitting up was a bad idea (you've seen enough horror movies) but you couldn't help but be glad to get some time alone with your best friend and crush, Carl. You found a small gas station and cautiously entered.

You bent down to check under a shelf in one of the many boxes and that's when Carl's body reacted. You turned around and immediately noticed. "Everything okay?" you asked teasing him. "Yeah, yeah" he replies quickly. "I could help you if you wanted" you offer. And that's how you ended up here. Bent over the counter with Carl ramming into you from behind. "Carl!" you cry. "Shh it's okay baby" he whispers and snakes a hand around to massage your breast the other still placed tightly on your hip. "I'm gonna cum" you tell him but he stops his movements. "Not yet. Cum with me" he demands and you moan at how he's talking to you. You never thought being talked down to would turn you on but here you are with your crush, your body being brutally fucked by him and you feel the heat pooling in your belly. "Cum. Cum with me baby" he whispers in your ear and you feel the coil snap and you cry out as your orgasm rips through you. Your walls clench around him as he fills you up.

"That was perfect" he tells you. "It was" you agree. "Sorry to rush this but we should probably go find my dad and Glenn" he says. "Yeah" you agree and he kisses you. "But just know I'm not done with you yet." he says and grabs the fireworks before walking out of the gas station.

@taylormarieee

Thank you for your request

[of-many-fandomss]

Daryl taking care of sick reader for a valentines request if u would like to write it? 💗🤭

I love Daryl so much, and that’s a fact

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“Come on,” Daryl urged softly, “Lift yer head up… jus’ like that, there ya go.”

You groaned, flopping back against the extra pillow your boyfriend propped up behind you and pouted up at him, “This sucks,” Your voice came out sounding weird due to your congested nose.

His lips quirked up for the briefest of seconds before he cleared his throat, taking a step back from your bed, “Nah, it doesn’, jus’ focus on gettin’ better.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not failing to notice the amusement in both his tone and expression that he was trying to hide, “What’s so funny?” You challenged, forcing down a cough that tried to rise up in your throat as you spoke.

“Nothin’, nothin’,” Though, Daryl couldn’t hold back a slight snicker any longer, “Your voice is just adorable.”

Under any other circumstance, you would be forced to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his words, instead you would smirk up at him and tease him mercilessly for thinking so. But now, laying on your bed in your shared cell in the prison, drowning in all the blankets that the others could find you, you could barely even shoot back a retort.

“It’s not adorable,” You whined, even as your words came out slightly slurred together, “And it’s not fair that this is happening on Valentine’s Day!”

That did manage to pull a frown out of your boyfriends face.

You have been raving for weeks about how you had managed to convince Rick to give the two of you the day off from any sort of responsibility so you could enjoy the day together. On more than one occasion, you excitedly talked your boyfriends ear off about the picnic you were planning for out in the yard, with the special food you had been able to scavenge while out on a run and the wine you had found.

Now though, you were holed up inside of the prison with a common cold, nonetheless, even in the midst of the apocalypse.

“‘M sure Rick’ll let us have yer picnic another time.” He reassured you, guilt rising inside his stomach a bit as he remembered how much this day meant to you.

“It won’t be the same,” You whispered, sliding backwards onto your pillows and sniffling for reasons that didn’t involve your sickness.

A moment later, you cleared your throat and sat up, “You should get out of here,” You told him, “I don’t need you getting sick on account of staying in here with me.”

He didn’t say anything, simply exiting the room, leaving you to let your head fall backwards against the cool, stone wall. But your eyes snapped up in curiosity when Daryl returned only a moment later, a basket and neatly folded blanket in his grip.

It was all the supplies you had carefully set aside for today.

“What are you-“

“Since we can’t go out, we’re gonna have the picnic in here.” He interrupted you, carefully unfolding and draping the blanket across the small ground space.

Your heart melted as he gently helped you down the bed, having you sit with your back against its frame and draped one of your blankets over your lap before plopping down on the other side of the blanket.

He began rummaging through the basket and pulled out its contents. It wasn’t much, but there was an unopened bottle of wine, a box of crackers, and some berries you had found growing near the gates.

“Daryl, maybe we should just do this another time, I really don’t want you catching this-“

“Hush, now.” He playfully scolded, munching down on a cracker, “It’s Valentines Day and ain’t no way we’re gonna spend it apart. This day means too much to ya.”

Despite yourself, tears began to fill your eyes and you looked over at your boyfriend with such love and adoration, that it made him falter slightly, “Thank you.” You whispered, “Thank you so much.”

He shrugged stiffly, swiping at his nose to try and draw attention away from the way the tips of his ears began to turn red, “‘S nothin’.” He mumbled.

“I love you.” You told him.

A smile crawled onto his lips, “There ya voice goes again, soundin’ all cute.” He said those words mostly to himself before looking at you and reaching over, pushing away a stray strand of hair from your eyes, “I love ya too.”

[lilgoblinbitch]

THE ONES WHO LIVE EPISODE FOUR (spoilers)

my reactions while i watch this masterpiece of an episode:

HELP OMG MY HEART IS POUNDING

why is there a roomba

HOLY FUCK THEY LANDED IN THE OCEAN OKAY

WHAT IS THIS GIANT BUILDING THEYRE IN

“we needed a time out” YES YOU DID TELL HIM BAE

“the hell is this place” ITS WHERE U AND MICHONNE ARE GONNA-

why are they both so sexy omfg this is ...

OMG MICHONNE HAVE MERCY Y ON ME

rick that stare is making me feel things, STOP.

IM SCREAIMUNG INTO MY PILLOW SO MY ROOMMATES DONT HEAR ME FOLDING OVER TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

MICHONNE I COULD SEE U AS A CREATIVE WRITER OMGGGG

the queen is so smart and witty and STRONG HOLY SHIT???

no because if i was her at that moment i would be on the ground sobbing and convulsing

“CHILDREN?” HELP PLEASE SOMEONE

rj…

oh god.

WHAT THE FUCK RICK

WHY DO U THINK SHE PULLED YOU OUT OF THE HELICOPTER YOU DUMB MALE

have sex already please

MY TV PARENTS ARE FIGHTING :(

michonne it’s not that simple you can’t just go home yet :(

“what did they do to you” bad things :(

“do you still love me? :(“ MY POOR BABY MICHONNE

“little brave man” i can’t.

please smack some fucking sense into him michonne.

poor rick he’s so fucking broken. and poor michonne i can’t imagine what it feels like to find your husband after 8 years and he’s just…gone. 😔

STOP IT I DONT WANNA CRY AGAIN

THE WAY HE SAVED HER FROM THE BUILDING COLLAPSING

OH FUCK THE KNIFE OH NO OH NO THEYRE GONNA FIND OUT

LMFAOOOOOO MICHONNE IS SO SASSY I LOVE HER SM “I DONT EVEN HAVE A WEAPON, COMMANDO”

okay he deserved that shove from her.

ANDY AND DANAI DESERVE AN AWARD

oh god mich again i’m so sorry. rick is gone he’s got stockholm syndrome or some shit

rick lost his manners fr he is not treating his wife well, the blood on her face the “DAMMIT HUG THE WALL” UM RICK DO YOU KNOW WHO YOURE TALKING TO HELLOOO?????

uhhhhhh what is happening….

oh! i like this part :) (they’re kissing)

oh! i like this even more (they’re fucking)

OH FUCK YES I NEEDED THIS

oh poor rick my baby he waited for this moment for way too long

omg the look in their eyes STOP THIS IS SO MAGICAL AAHHHH

i’m actually fucking sobbing.

i love them sm i don’t ever want them to leave that bed (unless they go back to their children ASAP)

DARYL MENTION!!!!

“sit, rick.” YES COMMAND YOUR HUSBAND

“we, our family, are real. our love doesn’t get denied.” 👏👏👏👏

CARL MENTION PLEASE HELP HELP HELP IM NOT OKAY :(

rick sobbing makes my heart drop. this tissue box is my new bff.

the CARL DRAWING….

i’m still fucking sobbing. like, hysterically.

THE ELEVATOR MAKE OUT YESSS

THE CAR MAKE OUT YESSS

“WE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD OURS IF WE WANT TO” YES YOU FUCKING CAN RICKY DICKY DOO DAH GRIMES!!!!

MY TV PARENTS ARE BACK TOGETHER YIPPIIEEE

holy shit that was truly an emotional rollercoaster. honestly this was my favorite episode. danai, you are fucking amazing, thank you for feeding us this delicious richonne meal today!!!

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Hi there

Could you please do a Carl Grimes x fem!reader angst to fluff that takes place during beginning of season 6? Carl and the reader are a couple and super close. Ron likes the reader and is jealous of their relationship. Ron also wants revenge for his father’s death so he kidnaps Carl knocking him out and taking him outside beyond Alexandria. The reader finds a letter Ron left telling her he took Carl. Reader goes over the walls and tracks Ron and Carl and finds where they are. Ron threatens Carl and is about to kill him when the reader shows up just in time. Her and Ron fight with her winning the fight. She then frees Carl and once Carl is free a swarm of walkers start coming. Ron tries to escape but is surrounded and killed by the walkers. The reader and Carl escape the herd just in time and return to Alexandria. Carl kisses the reader all emotional while holding her not wanting to let go telling her he was afraid he’d never see her again and that Ron was going to hurt her. Reader and Carl then have a cozy night in cuddling with each other by the fireplace. Thank you.

A/N: This has been sitting in my asks for a while and I finally got around to it. And I’m sorry it does seem and feel rushed, but I will def come back to it, as well as my other stories, to tweak it and add stuff.

But for now this is the masterpiece, and I’m hopeful it’s still good nonetheless.

Pairing: Carl x Fem!Reader

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“Hey, how you been?” I smiled, seeing Carl walk over to me as I helped removed some supplies from out of the truck.

“Good, glad to see save.” Carl said and planted a kiss to my cheek, I laugh. My eyes trailed over to Ron as he huffed and quickly helped get the supplies off the truck.

“What’s up with, Ron?”

“I’m not sure actually, but what you can do- yeah? Is help me with the supplies.” I grin and handed him one of the boxes.

“Fine, fine.” He smiles back and went into the room Ron had just entered.

He placed the box on the floor, and went to go look into the boxes of food and various other items.

Carl picked up one of the cans and examined it, he was just about to put it back when hands grabbed onto him and one held a cloth to his mouth.

Carls screamed were muffled and quiet against the cloth, the can fell from his fingers as he suddenly fell unconscious. Ron taking this moment to drag him out of the room and just beyond the gated perimeter of the community.

(Y/N) waited for Carl to come back, but he didn’t.

‘It normally wouldn’t have taken him this long..’ She thought. She asked around Alexandria, Daryl, Michonne, Rick. Hell, she even asked Gabriel if he’d seen him.

No one. No one knew. No sign of him. Just left without a trace.

(Y/N) then began to panic, she checked the pantry one more time, and noticed something was placed down on the top of the boxes.

It was almost strategic. Like they wanted her to find this.



It was a note, but on the backside it was a hand-drawn with a red circle encompassing one of the locations on it.

She quickly let everyone know where she’d be and left with a gun and knife.

All she needed. Nothing more, nothing less.

She made it to the spot, just before sun down and called out to Carl.

“Carl? Carl? You here?”

“Shut up, or you’ll draw them in.” Ron said, as he held a gun to Carls head.

“Ron, listen to me.”

“No! You listen to me! We’ve known each other fro the start of this shit, and you go ahead and be with him? Him! Of all people?”

Ron exclaimed and (Y/N) slowly creeped closer to Ron. His seemingly still in his long explanation of why I should’ve chosen him instead of Carl.

“And he’s a murdered! He got my dad killed, why would you want to be with someone like that?”

“You’re right he is one, but why would you stoop to that level? His level?” I asked, reaching for the gun. “Gimme the gun and we can talk about it, no harm done to anyone.”

She was close to grabbing the gun, and Ron looked like he was going to give in but took it away last second and aimed it back at Carl.

She pushed the gun away from his hand, it fired. It missed Carl by a centimeter, but she didn’t have time to get Carl up, as she tackled Ron to the ground.

She took out her knife and stabbed Ron in the side he winced and pushed her off with a quickness, and had his hands around her throat trying to choke her out.

She was starting to lose consciousness, as she was feeling for a rock underneath her palm and quickly picked it up and hit Ron in the head with it, knocking him out instantaneously.

(Y/N) quickly unties Carls after cutting it with her knife, and noticed that walkers were coming.

“We gotta go! Now!” She exclaimed, grabbing her knife, and both her and Ron’s gun. And held onto Carls hand trying to run in the direction of Alexandria.

“Wait.” Carl stopped her wanting to see what happened to Ron. They watched as the walkers bit down onto his shoulder and his stomach. (Y/N) audibly groaned and looked away.

Carl hearing her sounds of disgust, stopped watching and followed her all the way back home.

Once they got there they banged on the gate, Sasha opened it and looked at them concerned. “The hell happened out there? You guys alright?”

We nodded, breathing heavily. They both hugged each other like their lives depended on it. “He, didn’t hurt you did he? Let me see.” He held my neck up to see if he left any bruises, “I’m fine. I swear it.”

“I was so scared he would hurt you, or take you away from me, or anything else. I just couldn’t-”

“And you didn’t, I’m here with you in this moment. So, let’s cherish it, yeah?” I kissed his cheek and led him into the house that was provided to us when we first got to Alexandria.

And one by one took turns taking a very much needed and well deserved, hot shower.

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After that whole thing, they set up a bonfire near the lake, and relaxed. Not a care in the world.

Nothing was wrong in the world, just them too.

“Hey, did you mean what you said back there? About me being a murderer and all?”

“No. No, no, I didn’t mean any of that. It was just to get Ron to drop the gun. I promise you anything I said back there wasn’t true. Okay?” He nodded and smiled. They leaned in and planted a kiss to each other’s lips, before admiring the night sky together.

“Don’t ever leave, okay?”

“As long you promise the same thing.”

“Deal.” They smiled and wrapped and arm around her shoulder.

[v0idsp3rson]

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13. All Smiles

"This is--" Carol said softly, with an air of ingenuine hesitance, "Well, there's no other word for it, this is terrifying. All of it."

Her eyes were wide as she spoke, looking around the living room where most of Alexandria's residents stood. By now, Hannah had been able to pick up on Carol's game, the act of innocence she had put on. Ever since their conversation about Pete, Hannah knew there was more to the woman than anyone knew. She didn't blame her though, it made sense to pretend. By acting as though she knew nothing, she ensured that she could know everything.

Rick and Deanna told everyone to meet at her house in order to discuss what to do about the horde of walkers. Hannah was always confused when they called the creatures walkers. She liked her word, roamers, but they were all saying the same thing in the end. Walkers. Roamers. Creatures. It didn't matter, because either way, they were all running from the same evil.

Hannah wasn't technically supposed to be at the meeting, it's not like she could have helped them, but after begging Deanna, she was allowed to listen in. Things like this had always interested Hannah, she wanted to know what it was like to lead. As Carol spoke, she noticed Carter, a taller, balding man, silently disagreeing with everything that was said.

"But it doesn't sound like there's any other way." Carol finished speaking.

Carter immediately spoke when the woman went silent, "Maybe there is." He seemed nervous to speak, "I mean, couldn't we just build up the weak spots? I--I could write up the plan. I worked on the wall with Reg." He glanced over to Deanna. "The construction crew-- We could all try to make it safe." He spoke with desperation in his voice.

"Even if we could, the sound of those walkers is drawing more and more every day." Rick cut him off, shaking his head, "Building up the exits can't change that."

The room was silent, no one quite sure who to listen to.

"We're gonna do what Rick says, the plan he's laid out." Deanna finally added, keeping her eyes glued to the window she stood in front of.

And so, they began to assemble a group of volunteers.

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Part of the plan that Rick had come up with was to build a wall. Hannah, Carl, Enid, and Ron had all been dispersed throughout the area, only allowed to help with simple tasks. Hannah didn't necessarily mind the restriction, at least she was doing something. But, she could see in Carl's face that he wanted to be more helpful, he wanted to take action.

Hannah was helping to lean sheets of metal against their posts, readying them to be nailed in. She and Rosita carried a sheet from the truck, each one taking a different side. Hannah hadn't talked to Rosita much, but she had always been intrigued by the woman. She was so strong and so smart. She was fearless.

As the two carried the sheets, Hannah glanced toward Carl, who was helping another group dig up the dirt surrounding the new wall. She hadn't spoken to him since everything happened with his dad. She didn't want to overstep anything, so she decided to give him space. But as they worked, Hannah couldn't help but watch the boy. He was talking with Enid, both smiling at whatever they had said. Carl was so good at confusing Hannah. She couldn't tell what his feelings for Enid were. Did he like her? Did she like him? And how did that make Hannah feel? Hannah knew Ron and Enid were together, but what does it mean to date in the apocalypse?

She didn't want to think about it anymore.

Hannah turned back to her work. Rosita had left to help Maggie with something, so she was left on her own. Hannah really wanted to help the community, but she wasn't entirely sure how. Hannah guessed that working on the wall was good, but was it good enough?

"Hey, kid" A low, gruff voice spoke from behind Hannah. She turned, startled by the noise, to see Daryl standing across from her. He held a box of nails in his hand, his bow slung over his back. Hannah didn't know what to say. If being around Rosita made her nervous, she couldn't imagine having a conversation with Daryl.

Hannah knew the man wasn't dangerous, the was apparent early on. However, he would always intimidate her.

"Hi," she said.

"Uh, Rosita sent me over to see if ya'll needed some help with the wall."

"Oh, well I'm sure we could use it," Hannah told the man. She expected him to leave her, most likely going off to work with someone from his group. However, he dropped the box to the ground and began to pick up a sheet of metal. Hannah looked at him, silently asking what he was doing. Daryl didn't look at the girl, but simply said, "We gotta build this up higher, who knows if them things can climb."

Hannah and Daryl worked for about twenty minutes in comfortable silence. They had built up about six feet of the wall, moving over slowly as they went. Carol had come around, passing out small styrofoam cups of water to each of the workers. Once Hannah grabbed her drink, she immediately sat on the grass, leaning against the wall they had just put up. She was exhausted from the work, even if it didn't feel like enough. The sun had been out all day, unhindered by clouds. Hannah sipped the water, tasting the plastic materials from the cup swim over her tongue. The water wasn't cold, but she didn't expect it to be. It was simply refreshing.

Soon after she sat, Daryl slowly crouched to the ground. Hannah didn't say anything as he pulled off his bow, placing it to the side farthest from her. They both sat, quietly sipping their water.

"You nervous?" Daryl asked randomly. He didn't look at Hannah, only staring ahead of him as he spoke. Everyone in his group loved to do that.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you nervous about the horde? I know some of the other kids are." Hannah once again didn't know how to respond. Apparently everyone, Maggie, Carl, and now Daryl, thought she was incredibly weak.

"I mean, I guess," Hannah shrugged, "Are you?"

"I guess" Daryl copied her words. This took Hannah by surprise. How was Daryl, the man who walked around with a crossbow and a scowl, scared?

"Really?" Hannah asked, unable to stop herself.

"Yeah." Daryl turned to Hannah, who looked at him with confusion, "What? You don't think I could be scared?" Daryl laughed lightly.

"I don't know" Hannah laughed with him. " You guys are all just— well I don't know." Hannah thought for a moment, unsure of how to describe the group. Daryl stayed quiet, letting her figure out what to say. "I just can't imagine you scared"

"We all get scared sometimes"

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Eventually, Hannah became much too tired to continue working on the wall, and although she insisted she could stay, Maggie wouldn't take no for an answer. As she packed up her things, Hannah looked around the lot, wondering who else was left. Carol had gone home about an hour ago, and Daryl had left to talk to Rick not long after. She also noticed that Carl had slipped away a while ago, leaving Enid to talk with Maggie.

Hannah made her way home, carrying a light sweater that she had brought to the sight in case it got cold. She was only walking for a couple of minutes before the wind began to pick up and she was forced to put on the sweater. It was a blue knit cardigan, something Aaron had brought back from a run. The heat from the sweater helped her stay warm, but she was excited to get home and into bed. Hannah passed by the Grimes' house, only glancing at it as she walked. On the porch, Hannah could see Carl sitting on the wooden bench, a baby tucked into his arms. Judith was wrapped in a fuzzy blue blanket, her head completely covered by the fabric.

Hannah stopped walking. It was the blanket she had given the family when they first came to Alexandria. Carl was using her blanket.

"Hey."

Hannah looked up to see Carl waving softly at her. She hadn't realized he could see her.

"Hi"

Carl watched her for a moment, and he seemed to be mulling something over in his mind.

"It's cold tonight," Was all he said.

Hannah nodded at the boy. In an act of courage, she moved closer to the porch, now leaning on the rail in front of Carl. He didn't seem to mind. Carl noticed her movement and slowly moved over on the bench, creating a space for her to sit.

Hannah smiled, climbing up the steps onto the porch.

When she sat down, Hannah noticed Judith stir in her sleep, most likely annoyed at the new movement. Hannah's body went stiff, hoping not to wake the baby.

"She really likes the blanket," Carl spoke, ignoring the movements from Judith.

"I'm glad," Hannah told him.

"The whole thing was pretty cool, the basket."

Hannah chuckled lightly, "Really?"

"Oh yeah, it's really the only reason we stayed," Carl over-exaggerated. He smiled at Hannah as he spoke, waiting for her to catch on.

Hannah laughed harder than she meant to, quickly quieting herself so as not to wake Judith. She watched her in Carl's hands, delighted by the way she was snuggled into the blue blanket.

"Well, I got one when I first got here, so, you know." Hannah trailed off.

Carl rocked slightly on the bench, his arm brushing slightly against Hannah's own. He was warm, Hannah noticed, and she could feel him even through her sweater. She was comfortable next to him.

"Thank you," Carl told Hannah, though he was looking at Judith.

"For what?" Hannah asked.

"Just for everything, I guess." Carl looked at Hannah now. His dark eyes were soft as they looked into hers and there was a wonderful cool breeze that rushed over the two of them.

"You don't need to say 'thank you'." Hannah spoke without looking away, "We're friends, that's what friends do"

Carl's smile grew and he looked down at Judith in his arms.

"I'm glad to have a friend here."

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The next day, Hannah saw Carl talking to Gabriel. She didn't want to eavesdrop on their conversation, but she couldn't help but wonder why they would be talking, especially after everything that had happened. She watched for a moment as Carl pulled a machete off of a table next to them, moving it around as if to show Gabriel something. Hannah realized, Carl was showing Gabriel how to use it. He was helping him. The sight made Hannah smile. She watched Carl explain different movements with the weapon, and then, she saw him very carefully hand it to the man.

Hannah didn't like Gabriel, and yet she was happy about what Carl was doing. The only reason Gabriel said what he did was because he was scared. He is scared. But rather than continue to shun him, Carl decided to help him learn how not to be scared.

Hannah thought back to the night before. He was so kind to her, so happy. She almost laughed at how much he had changed, how they all had changed.

All of this reminded Hannah of her plan, her 'learn how to be strong' plan. The next step would be to actually learn, and there was only one person she trusted to teach her that.

"I want you to teach me how to use your bow," Hannah said to Daryl, her voice unwavering. They were standing by the fence, Daryl looking down at her with a blank stare, showing no sign of what his answer might be. Hannah had found him working by the fence and knew this was her chance.

"Why?" He asked curtly.

"I want to protect myself." Hannah continued, matching his tone. He seemed to think about her request, considering what it would mean for him. His face was still bare and Hannah shuffled back and forth on her feet, waiting for Daryl's answer.

She began to doubt her decision to ask. Sure they had talked at the wall, but that didn't make them friends. She let her eyes fall to the ground as she waited for the response.

"When I get back. When the horde is gone." Daryl said simply.

Hannah's head shot up. Daryl gave her a small yet genuine nod before walking away and Hannah smiled bigger than she had all day. She was going to learn to be strong.

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Hannah needed to walk after her conversation with Daryl. She didn't know why, but she knew she needed to move. Hannah walked to the gazebo, then to the infirmary, and then back to the center of town. She was too happy to care how late it was. As Hannah walked, the sun began to set around her, leaving the sky a beautiful pinkish orange, speckled with smudges of purple.

As she finally reached her house, Hannah was met with a man. He was standing by her door, his back facing her. He was hunched and she couldn't see his face, but Hannah smiled, knowing it was Ron.

"What are you doing?" Hannah asked, walking up to the boy. It was odd for him to be here this late, but Hannah wasn't going to turn him away.

Ron quickly turned, as if he didn't expect her to be anywhere near her own home. When he fully turned, Hannah could see his face was pink and his cheeks were stained with tears. Quickly, she moved closer to him, her face turning concerned.

"Ron, what happened?" Hannah asked, "What are you doing?"

But Ron didn't look her in the eye.

"I saw you with Carl."

Hannah stopped.

"What?"

"I saw you talking to Carl earlier," Ron said it like it was obvious.

"Yeah?" Hannah still didn't understand what the boy meant. She stepped closer to him, reaching her arm out slightly. He moved back, pulling his arm out of reach. Hannah's face fell deeper.

Ron's eyes met hers, "How could you do that?"

"Do what, Ron? Me and Carl?" Ron said nothing, "We were talking about Judith, Ron."

"His dad killed my dad!" Ron screamed at her and Hannah could see the tears forming back in his eyes. She gasped and stepped back, stumbling on the step of her porch.

"Ron--" Hannah tried.

"No, Hannah, forget it. You don't get it."

"Ron, it's not Carl's fault. It's not anyone's fault." Hannah knew that was a lie.

Ron's nose flared and he looked away from Hannah. It was like he couldn't even look at her.

"Of course, you take his side," Ron mumbled.

"His side-- Ron!" she stepped closer again, "Pete was hurting you. He was hurting all of you!" Hannah snapped and Ron turned back to her. Hannah could feel her eyes become glossy, and she balled her fists, begging the tears not to fall. She had cried in front of Ron before, but never because of him.

Ron's face was hard as he spoke, "It doesn't matter."

"It does," She spoke softly.

Before Hannah could stop him, Ron left his spot on the porch, leaving her alone.

Hannah took in a deep breath, unable to comprehend what has just happened. She leaned against her door taking in shaky breaths.

What just happened?

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Hiiiii Loveliesssss! omg I kinda love and hate this chapter, idk? But either way, it's definitely one of my longer chapters so yayy. I'm so happy with the Carl moment and I've literally been planning it for so long. I'm still kind of worried that Hannah and Ron's relationship might be coming off differently than I want but oh well. I'm also so happy we finally got a Daryl and Hannah scene!! If you couldn't tell I've been planning that too. I hope you all enjoyed!!

p.s I'm sorry this is coming out so late in the day I was busy watching The Last Vampire On Earth (You have to watch it it's so funny)

Thanks for Reading!

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REQUESTS!

I hope all of you (yes, all seven of you) will be pleased to hear that ive decided to open requests! For both art and writing

These are all completely free, but first we need to set boundaries.

What will i write/draw?:

-angst

-fluff

-romance

-prompts/ scenarios.

What wont i write/draw:

-incest

-smut

-i will not write torture for the purpose of sexual enjoyment (i have been requested this before :,) )

I will add more later most likely. But! I will write/draw for more than just Rick and Morty!

Fandoms:

-Hannibal (NBC)

-Rick and Morty

-Harry Potter

-Good Omens

-Percy Jackson

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Ace attorney

If you wish to request me, i ask you to please be clear with what you would like! If you have a request, input it into the ask box and i will confirm or deny your request along with the reason for denial. (E.g, if i have too many requests, i will do yours eventually, i just dont have 100 hands!)

Please be respectful, i am doing all this as a hobby!

Edit: We will also need to communicate over Dms if you do request, dependant on what you want, please keep this in mind if you wish to request!

Edit 2: added the option to request art from me (also for free)

[potetosaradas]

22 (Young Rick), 8 (Blood sweeter than water) and 7 (precanon Prime) 🩵 for the fandom ask game

OOOOOO THANK YOU FOR ASKING HEX!! <3 lets see...

22. Give us a headcanon for [Young Rick]

AHHH god sksksk well

I'm not sure about hcs but I do like to characterise Young Rick as a little naive. He's not stupid exactly, he's the kind of guy that thinks science can save the world-- the kind of guy that thinks hey, if i have the power to save the situation why NOT interfere and get involved? Only because I love seeing Young Rick being broken down by life and his choices, turning him into the cynical old man Rick we know today heh. He's a little shy, totally nerdy of course. When he lived on his own, he ate the same things every single day-- probably something like the boxed Kraft mac and cheese lmao

8. How did you come up with the title to [Blood Sweeter than Water]

I'll be very honest, i suck at coming up with titles LMAO, but this one was inspired by a few things

obviously first and foremost, the blood in question is quite sweet which the boys find out through morbid and gross curiosity lol

i thought a lot about the phrase 'blood thicker than water' and how it represents brotherhood, as well as putting your brotherhood over your family (traditional sense of the meaning??) i've been wanting to focus more on partners in crime prickcest/besties/working together prickcest so this was sort of a call to that...

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think [Prime] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

I definitely think that Prime loves his jacket-- that man probably designed it himself lmao probably lives in it 24/7 thinks its super cool. it reeks of cigarette smoke, actual smoke and chemicals lmao it's probably got a shit ton of hidden pockets too. I like to draw Prime (and Rick) wearing sweatpants (mostly bc the art i like to draw is domestic fluff) and i love seeing them relaxed and lounging around their home in comfy clothing being vulnerable with each other ><

[3dsmall]

lately ive been sleeping 10+ hrs at a time and dreaming hardcore, half lucid or with parts where I “wake up”. Then when I genuinely wake up, my whole body and duvet and sheets and clothes are soaked in sweat.

3 separate seating sections in a restaurant, lady in green puts her hand in my hair to feel around for extensions. I’m like five or six twelve year old girls being bribed for sexual favors, having boxes of frozen key lime pies delivered to my home but too heavy to lift over the locked gate. Massive blue comme does garçons boots. Creepy men try to get in my house.

in love with like four girls I met at a Starbucks at 2am, they are all in love with each other except for one with darker skin named Mary who loves her black bearded boyfriend who plays in a bachata band at Starbucks. He is fine as fuck and wears an incredibly fine expensive woven Panama hat. His hair is thick and the darkest possible black.

I keep spending huge amounts of money on cake. All the workers at all the cafes and restaurants are impressed with how much money I spend on cake. Some cake is cut into tiny rectangular slices with words on them to arrange like fridge magnets but I just eat them.

Beautiful patio outside of the starbucks except for the plastic blue Christmas trees. but maybe I like them, I’m not sure. There are rare anthurium everywhere. A terrifying older lady named Shirley is quick to anger and has the tiniest waist I’ve ever seen. Long lovely skirts. She’s a very unfair boss whose favor I’d like to earn.

Traffic is crazy because there are huge lines of cars trying to get to a “CESPEX” a mini store within Home Depot that sells a new kind of dark chalky paint that people are excited about. I think “this seems crazy now but we will all forget about it in five years until someone brings it up and we are shocked by the memory”

Turns out all the hot Starbucks lesbians I am in love with are on crack and heroin. But even worse, they have bad taste and watch Rick and Morty together while making bad colored pencil drawings. I still sort of want them to fuck me with strap on.

At the 3-section restaurant, I serve small ecosystems as expensive meals. live growing lettuce and tide pools full of snails for the customer to kill and eat. I am not sure if I should put the black and pink anthurium next to each other. Everything is exquisite. I am gifted a rare anthurium and I start to cry with gratitude

[mcltiples]

HOLIDAY GIFT ASKS || no longer accepting

@countlessrealities sent; As that saying went, great minds thought alike. Even more if the minds involved were, in a way, the same mind too, among the other things. Just like his boyfriend, Rick too had decided to skip the romance for that Christmas. They had already gotten plenty of sentimental throughout the year and, as much as he enjoyed indulging in the softer, warmer side of their relationship, there was more to them. Once in a while, showing off how smart and badass they could be was just as good. Not to mention that he found his counterpart really fucking sexy when he showed off that brilliant brain of his. His gift was small enough to fit in a box, so he had wrapped it in a light blue paper with stylised drawings of lab equipment to decorate it. The ribbon was bright green, as similar to the colour of their portals as it could be. Inside, there was a portable cloaking device that could be used both on people and on vehicles. Aside from hiding its user from most kind of scanner systems and the naked eyes, it could also create complex holograms to mislead a potential pursuer. "I-I made it for you, 'c-cause we both know that a good escape route can come in real fuckin' handy." Especially considering that a big part of their adventures involved illegal activities and the risk of being chased by some angry, armed alien. His lips curled into a little sly smirk. "E-Even if I can think of a few more fun ways t-to use it..." His voice trailed off as he suggestively ran a hand down along his boyfriend's chest. Instead of letting it slide beneath the belt, however, he leant in and pressed a soft kiss against those lips. "M-Merry fuckin' Christmas, baby." [[ My Rick for your Rick for the holiday inbox call !! ]]

When the box was presented to Rick, he gave a soft gaze with eyelids halfway. Smirking as he took it into his hands. He knew that whatever it would be, it had to be good. Just as everything his boyfriend has given him. There was never a moment where he didn't get anything that wasn't as incredible as that man was.

"Shiiiit," The word came out a bit loud as he opened it up and revealed the gift. The explanation of it only made his reaction that much more pleased. "Baby, l-look at you, so fuckin' talented,"

It was an understatement to say that he was drunk. However, it didn't stop him from sobering just a little. Only enough to hum at the suggestive touch and the promise of doing so much more with the gift.

Returning the kiss, he whispered the words against his boyfriend's lips. "M-Merry Christmas, baby, I-I fuckin' love you so much," He continued the kiss, deepening it. Biting against those lips as he pulled the other body closer.

Hands gripped the back of that lab coat, leg hitching up to slot themselves better. As close as they physically could be with clothes between them. Breath grew heavy and he moved his body against the one on him. Squirming and itching for some small friction.

Before he could proceed further, a chuckle escaped from him, which broke their kiss. He fluttered his eyes open. Just enough to glance with a lovestruck gaze coloring his ice blues.

"Y-You know, movie night just got a hell of a lot more fun -- this time, the kids won't catch on and we'll get to do what we want~" It might've been a while back since that happened, but he still remembered how fun that was. At least, until it all went to shit. "We'll have to test it out~"

And with that, he continued the kiss. Softening it just a little to show his appreciation. That he truly cherished the gift. It would be something that he used quite a lot. Though, at the moment, he couldn't begin to think how much. He had a feeling, but only time would tell.

[alixzanrite]

Dnd run down, this is my first campaign.

Me and my best friend end up in a new world and our goal is to get back, we meet our party of Rick from Rick and morty, a water elf, dragon born, Rouge, and someone else. We learn that magic is illegal if its not from this worlds god and we start to fight a paladin.

We each get a wish and I wish for the rod of absorption that, in the next town, I turn into custom daggers with the absorption aspect along with poison and acid.

We go off on quests for money and used mine to get a dragon egg. We then get trapped in this weird dungeon after leaving town and make pacts will old gods. Mine being the god of freedom and darkness while the others want the god dead.

All the party except me ends their pacts and go back to their original gods. We then play chess to get out and end up in a large inescapable box.

We repeatedly watch the big bang of our world over and over again until I go schizophrenic and talk to the wall which happens to be an entity itself that I can hear. I make a deal with the wall that if it let us out I'd let it see the outside world as my arm.

That's how I ended up with an entity wall for an arm named Muro which is wall in Italian. We head to a separate town of which I adopt a teethling child named Ashland. We fight the pope, pope jr, and pope knight (they were meant to kill us but failed).

We are gonna be killed by the dm and sent to the 9 rings of hell. I'm bringing Muro and I get a different version of Ashland. I can't wait to show you the drawings I want to make for this. Btw this was my first ever time playing dnd.

[deputygonebye]

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Pride and Prejudice (2005) Prompts.

Remuneration that took to a form other than coin, not made of silver or gold, meaningless change that was once called dimes, pay for all the loss and missed opportunity. Chances that had been ruthlessly stolen, the last sort of happiness that Shane could dare say was his own. A small sliver of heaven that was bestowed - recompense for the otherwise criminal bastard - a memory that could never be erased. Sprawled across carpet, stationed in the living room, accompanied by laughter and giggles that sounded so sweet. Surrounded by colorful crayons, cardboard box rested close by, white paper that was decorated in swirls and jagged lines, a sunflower and open field. A collaboration that didn't yet have a name, the combined efforts of two made into one. Judith and Cassie; the best of friends despite the years between them. Despite the years that had kept Cassie and Shane apart.

Shane had made no effort to keep her hidden. Would never dream to do so, for all the problems that had taken hold of he and Lori, of he and Rick, Judith was never a mistake. Brown eyes and thick hair; the love of her father's life, the person who gave reason to survive another day. Judith was adored. Cherished, protected beyond all costs, spoiled with what could be gifted. Shane loved her. Loved her more than all the stars in the sky, tried to be the best he could, what he, himself, had not found in a father. Never to be compared to Jonathan, would've rather died, Shane did everything for Judith. Lived and breathed for her sake, Cassie returned to him made it all complete. All the heartache, the grief over what had been he and Lori. What he had thought was true, love so raw and vulnerable, unmatched once Cassie came back to him, her lips delicate in kiss. Loss and gain; his child and sweetheart with him, Shane's dreams come alive.

Unbeknownst to they, soles light along the floor as feet stepped, Cassie assisting Judith with the drawing of what seemed to be a dog, Shane watched. Smiled bright - the lines by his eyes strong - laughed despite the best of effort not to. Distracted from the pain of his nose, the burn that came from hitting his face against a piece of lumber, the challenge of rebuilding Alexandria, he found joy.

"No, Cassie. I would never!" Shane replied in mock defense, the failure of being caught too apparent. "Just admirin' the view is all. Say, what you ladies up to? Makin' art?"

Shane crept nearer, crouched down low so he, too, was on the carpet, a kneel, kissed the top of Judith's head then Cassie's lips, a lingering affection that he savored devilishly.

Shane said once he broke free, a 'hello, baby' still fresh on his tongue. "Lookin' good, Judy. I like that sun there. You make that for me, sweetheart, or what? And Cassie... love that dog. You know, I always wanted a dog. Grandma Jean never let me have one. Said they were too much work and that I was trouble enough. Guess I get one now, huh? You girls put your names on there, I'll stick it on the fridge when you're done. Think we could use some art on there, don't you, Cas? Somethin' from our family."

[arpov-blog-blog]

The mantra that Biden is too old to be an effective President is not supported by reality. He looked pretty damn effective handling the MAGA GOPers at the SOTU for the 2nd year in a row. Forget about the media coverage and get to work turning out the vote for Democrats up and down the ballots especially the Senate. We don't need Rick Scott at the Majority Leader, he wants to cut Medicare and Social Security...."The irate chorus aimed at one of America’s most storied media institutions followed finger-pointing at the legal system for failing to stop Trump in his tracks. Despite much wishful thinking, primary election results this week made clear that the nation is hurtling towards a Biden v Trump rematch in November.

That polling and media coverage are imperfect, and the wheels of justice of turn slowly, is beyond dispute. But whatever the merits of the arguments, critics argue that Democrats are at risk of playing a blame game that distracts them from the central mission: defeating Trump at the ballot box.

Tara Setmayer, a senior adviser to the Lincoln Project, an anti-Trump group, said: “Commiseration is not a strategy and Democrats need to stop throwing political temper tantrums and do the work to unify and get Joe Biden re-elected. The courts, the media, late-night comedians are not going to save us. So this whining and complaining about these aspects being unfair is not a strategy for victory.”

Among some Democrats, there has long been a yearning for a saviour who will stop Trump in his tracks. Hopes were pinned on the special counsel Robert Mueller, but his Russia investigation lacked teeth and failed to bring the president down. Two impeachments came and went and the Senate missed a historic opportunity to bar from Trump running again.

Now resentment is focused on the supreme court and the attorney general, Merrick Garland, for dragging their feet on holding Trump accountable for his role in the 6 January 2021 attack on the US Capitol. The court issued a unanimous decision that Colorado and other states do not have the power to remove Trump from the ballot for engaging in an insurrection.

A justice department case alleging that he sought to overturn the 2020 election, which had been due to begin this week, was postponed until the supreme court rules on whether he is immune from prosecution. And an election interference case in Georgia is also on hold because the prosecutor Fani Willis is dealing with allegations of a conflict of interest over a romantic relationship.

In Florida, where Trump is charged over his mishandling of classified government documents, he managed to draw a friendly judge who has indicated the trial will not start soon. That means the case likely to start first is one in New York relating to Trump paying hush money to an adult film star during the 2016 election campaign, widely portrayed in the media as the weakest of the four.

Yet such a case would have been devastating to any other candidate at any other moment in history. Allan Lichtman, a history professor at American University in Washington, said: “He’s going to be on trial for 34 felony counts in less than three weeks and the mainstream media has barely indicated the importance of this.

“‘Oh, it’s just a hush money trial.’ No it’s not. He’s not on trial for hush money. He’s on trial for election fraud, not just paying the hush money but deceiving the American people by concealing it as a business expense.”

Lichtman added: “If this was anybody but Trump, any other presidential candidate on trial, it would be the trial of the century and the mainstream media would be screaming that, if the candidate got convicted, he should be bounced from from the campaign. Instead they’ve misrepresented and trivialised this case.”

Trump has long challenged media orthodoxies. During the 2016 campaign, the New York Times used the word “lie” in a headline – a move that would have been seen as judgmental and editorialising in the pre-Trump era. In 2019, the paper changed a headline, “Trump urges unity vs racism”, after an outcry from readers and progressive politicians.

Television has also struggled to find the right approach. There was much introspection over how saturation coverage of Trump’s 2016 campaign rallies and tweets gave him $5bn in free advertising, according to the media tracking firm mediaQuant. Cable news networks have drastically reduced their live coverage of Trump’s speeches, although some commentators warm that the pendulum has swung too far in the opposite direction, contending that voters need to see his unhinged antics, verbal gaffes and extremist agenda.

With Super Tuesday’s primary elections clearing the way for another Biden v Trump clash, some accuse the media of focusing too much on polls and not enough on the stakes, treating Trump as just another political candidate rather than an existential threat. They say the intense focus on Biden’s age – he is 81 – is wildly disproportionate when set against Trump’s authoritarianism and 91 criminal charges.

Setmayer, a former Republican communications director on Capitol Hill, said: “The media has clearly not learned its lesson from 2016 or 2020 on how to cover Donald Trump. This is not a conventional horse race election. There’s nothing normal about any of this so, by covering Biden and Trump equally, it minimises Trump’s considerably disturbing behaviour, comments and plans for the future.

“The Democrats do have a legitimate complaint with the way the media is bothsides-ing this. The media should not be under any obligation to tell both sides of a lie or conspiracy theory or leading presidential candidate’s desire to tear up the constitution and become a dictator on day one. All things Donald Trump has said he would do.”

[angelic--vomit]

I fucking love Rick's bedroom, it really shows a lot about who he actually is to his family and who he is as a person

Rick's room is sparse, there's barely anything personal there, everything is related to work, there are no real 'decorations', no real personal belongings, he doesn't even have his clothes placed in a closet, his stuff is still in boxes

He sleeps in a foldable cot with just one pillow as if he were just staying there temporarily

Because he was

He's a stranger in his own home

His room is also significantly smaller than all the other rooms (in the episode where Diane appears, her room looks cozy, comfy, like an actual guest bedroom, so we can say that the Smith's do have a real guest room) there are boxes and items that don't seem to be all his too

The only personal thing rick has in his room are the pictures on the wall, i know that the drawings and pictures on the wall are probably just easter eggs but all the pictures of characters in the wall are characters we assume to have died

Is he keeping track of the people he lost? Is he keeping track of the details he might need to keep when for when he needs to look for a new universe? Is he looking for prime? We can't tell, it's messy and jumbled, it only makes sense to him

Maybe we can chalk it up to Rick probably spending most of his time in the garage and that's another thing!!!! The place he occupies the most, the place he calls his, isn't even really part of the house, it's the garage

Because he doesn't view himself as part of his family

He was a stranger that wandered into their lives

And also, it isn't that Rick doesn't like comfort, he does, he even complains to the vindicators about it and he has an entire planet for his damn toilet

But his bedroom is so empty

Sleep is comfort and rick doesn't want himself to have that, not in the home of the daughter that he lost

Idk tho

ricks bedroom basically doesn’t exist to me. we see it so rarely i forget he doesn’t just pass out in the garage/sub basement all the time