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the sweetest boy who i love dearly and deeply in my heart

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I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

yusuf + the squint™ (inspired by @luminarai‘s headcanon and fanart)

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c!Tommy copes with humour to me.

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it’s an utenanthy christmas 🩷💜 i like to think of the quiet domestic life these two get to have once they reunite post-canon

For Day 3 of the 12 Days of Yurimas: LYRIC FROM A CHRISTMAS SONG 🎶

prompt list under cut

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TOM EVERETT SCOTT as Charles Garnett in Z Nation, 1.06

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May I present you ✨cicada days au✨

It has not happened yet but it will!

Someone give me an au where cassandra doesnt get bit by Murphy and she survived her sickness and sees 10k again please and thank you my heart is broken rn

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* sigh* I hate my wife for introducing me to media and making me love it so much I make aus for it

sometimes you create an AU that's so self-indulgent you never bother to write it down, inevitably forget it, only for it to hit you like a truck on a random afternoon

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Summary:

Cassandra and 10K have a small moment of peace before they find Addy and Mack

As they reached the small stream of what seemed to be clean water, 10k gently lowered Cassandra to the floor. She hissed and scowled as a burning, stinging pain shot through her whole leg.

10K winces and mumbles an apology, putting his hands behind his back awkwardly as he steps aside and sits next to her in the grass. He stares at the grass, not knowing what to say or do. Cassandra, being a girl, already made things awkward for him, but a pretty girl who was possibly facing a mortal wound? He was utterly fucked, he had no idea to how even exist around a situation like this.

"Does... it hurt a lot?" he asked before he could stop himself.

Cassandra shot him a look and then looked to the sky, closing her eyes and softly chuckling. "Yeah, 10k, it hurts a lot."

"Doc thinks some antibiotics might help," he said.

Cassandra nodded, looking around the little green area they found. It surprised her that the place could still be so beautiful, untouched by the darkness and filth of the apocalypse.

"It's…so weird finding places like this still around," she murmured as she started tearing at the grass beneath them. She had extended her wounded leg and had her right leg bent to support her weight on it.

10k nodded as he looked around, vigilant as always, never letting any zombies out of sight, never letting his goal out of mind.

"I think I'm going to die," she whispered, half hoping he would hear, half hoping he wouldn't.

10K shoots his head up, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Well…. Doc says we'll all die eventually," he offered her the piece of advice from the old man.

Cassandra scoffed and shook her head, a knot forming inside her throat as her eyes burned with the threat of tears. She couldn't cry in front of 10k. She would rather let a zombie bite her.

"There is so much I wanted to see in the world, so much I wanted to do, so much I haven't learned," she peeked at him from where her head rested on her knee. "I was 22 when the apocalypses began, going home for a visit from school, all hell broke loose before I could make it home," she explained, "I was having a stupid crisis about how I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, who I wanted to be."

10k observed her and simply stared. For the first time, he felt like she was being human.

"I don't know if this will help, but something you didn't know and now you do is," he hesitated, his fingers frozen, a piece of grass between them. He ripped it off and continued, "My real name is Tommy."

Cassandra looked surprised at him, her head slightly tilting as she watched him. A small smile blossomed on her face, "You don't look like a Tommy," she answered, her tone almost joking.

10K found himself indecisive, too. Was it a joke, or was she too good at being brutally honest? It sounded endearing. Girls confused him to no end.

"Why do you think I'm changing it to Jeff?" he answered as smoothly as he could.

"After you- I reach ten thousand zombies," They both answered at the same time. They froze and looked for the eyes of each other and they laughed, actually out loud laughing.

A moment passed as they looked into each other's eyes, laughter dying slowly. It was strange for 10k to observe another person's eyes. For a while, all the eyes he saw were clouded with an infection, whatever made them human long gone or trapped behind the control of the disease, but Cassandra's eyes, eyes so brown, dark but glowing with life. He wanted to desperately, for some reason, to compare them to doe eyes, but he knew that was not true; they were not like his mother ever was, soft and sweet, eyes blue but gentle, doe eyes his father would say, but Cassandra? Cassandra had eyes that were hardened by every inhuman and monstrous thing she had seen, and the zombies. She, alongside the other women in the group, had sharp and hard predator eyes. He had seen a mountain lion once when he was younger, he would never forget the way the animal had looked at him, straight through him. he had been lucky the giant cat had their eyes on a bigger prey. Cassandra's eyes reminded him of those mountain lions' eyes. Deadly, sharp, beautiful.

As soon as he felt the embarrassing feeling of blush creeping up on him, he looked down at the grass and continued to fiddle with it.

"Do you want to learn something you didn't know?" she asked as she stared at his hands.

He looked up and shrugged, trying to be cool.

She smiled and brought her hands up and proceeded to do some hand gestures. She waved and proceeded to tap on her chest with her palm extended. She tapped two of her fingers on her left hand on top of the other two of her right hand, then he started doing shapes with her hands and movements. She chucked at 10K's bewilderment and stopped, and repeated the hand gestures, this time saying. " Hello, my name, C-A-S-S-I-E"

"Cassie?" he asked, taken aback by the nickname.

"Part of the something you didn't know," she smiled, "So want to learn to sign?"

He nodded eagerly.

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Hi I am absoluetly new to this fandom, I am many years to late, in fact I don't go here and I should NOT be here but my wife, who knows I by any means I do NOT consume media in a normal way, felt compelled to show me her favorite show so here I am! hope you enjoy Cicada Days AU!

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THE siblings of all time

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THATS HIS SON AND MINE

In Z Nation 3x06, Doc finds his young friend 10K suffering the effects of a half-zombie bite, and rescues him from a psych ward before he can be lobotomised by the facility's very crazy keepers.

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THATS MY SON AND HIS SISTER 😭😭

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ONE MORE TRAGIC SHIP FOR ME TO OBSESSED OVER AND TRY TO FIX THE THEIR STORY

GOD WHYYYY, THE PARALLELS, THE ANGS AND THE YEARNING

* hitting the floor as I continue to map out my fix it fanfic*

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gay as hell to be all-knowing. what you trying to know about? men?

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ladrien is cool in its fuckedupness because it's so comfortably distant. they're both in their fake personas, they know the other is in their fake persona, and they're entirely willing to and enthusiastic about keeping up the charade. every interaction feels scripted and they both love this about it. there's never any danger in it because they're never required to be vulnerable whatsoever. they never have to be honest, they never have to be genuine, and they never expect the other to be genuine, and there's probably some twisted sort of comfort in knowing that the other person is never expecting you to take off their mask. that you can just lie and keep lying and it's fine

marichat is cool in its fuckedupness because it's so uncomfortably close. they both know each other so well but are unable to admit why, so they're just overly-friendly and don't have boundaries where they arguably should. there is no pretense to be civil or respectable so marichat comes with the grossest jokes and awkwardest silences and flippant displays of bad behavior. chat has no idea what proper boundaries should look like when someone isn't Using A Mask, and marinette is in no position to draw her foot in the sand* because being authoritative is for ladybug!!! so they're violating each others boundaries and making each other uncomfortable CONSTANTLY!!!

and like the others idk.

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I heard someone say this in passing conversation today, and for some reason my first thought was just “Jon is anemic,” so here’s mental-crisis Jon and moderately concerned Martin.

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the way her eyes sparkle!!!!!

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RIP Thomas Lawrence - tweets