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i'm hoping to get to replies tonight, i'm so sorry that i've been absent. holidays have been insane and i've been exhausted. but i love you all so much !! happy holidays to all of you <3

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i'm so sorry that i haven't been very present here. i've been so busy with work and then things just kept coming up today. if my brain can manage, i'll try to get to some replies tonight, but i don't want to force it and put out something terrible. thank you guys for being patient with me :' ) i love y'all so much, you don't even know.

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Not answering asks doesn't mean I don't want to interact with you.

PLEASE never assume that because I haven't answered an ask that it's due to me not wanting to interact with you.

Sometimes I honestly just forget. If I've gotten tired, started doing something else, need to go do something, I do just genuinely forget it's there and don't remember until I next get an ask and see it there by which time I usually just panic cos I'm not sure if it's too late to reply to or not.

My brain might be drawing a blank. There are days when my brain is more creative and sometimes it struggles to think of the simplest thing and it just goes blank. I don't want to force it because I won't feel confident about what I'm writing and don't wish to just throw rubbish at you for the sake of responding.

Simple reasons that I've already mentioned a bit, I might just not have muse and again I don't want to throw garbage at you to just get something out if I'm not happy with it.

I might not have been on that blog for a while. There are times when I spend a few days, weeks or even months on other blogs so sometimes I don't see it or I'm just not writing that muse at the time.

These are all I can think of atm, but please know that it's not out of hatred or judgment if I don't respond to an ask, whether it's random asks or after I reblog memes. If I didn't like you or didn't want to interact with you, I wouldn't be following you so please, please, please, know that it's nothing against you.

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tag game challenge -> you’re starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title.

Tagged by: @ruflirtingwithme

The title to our movie is : To Someone From A Warm Climate

Tagging: @gcverncr , @ourdyingwords , @sonofsaviors , @heroicintention , and anyone else that wants to do this !! it's so cute, so why not?

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“I want to calm down, to rest, to outlive this nonsense.”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Dennis Farrell written c. June 1962

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Enid was very smart, she'd always known that, so she wasn't surprised when she'd begun to pick up all this medical stuff. Selfishly, it was a little disappointing though : Sophia no longer had another girl her age to hang out with. It was mostly boys, and they just wanted to play games or sneak around outside the walls. And yeah, that stuff was fun, but Sophia didn't want to spend time with them like she wanted to with Enid. Things were just different with her.

Sophia laughed at her comment about the boys, and she simply shook her head. " Yeah, it definitely gets old, " she admitted, " it was a lot more fun when you were around -- now, it's just . . . boring. " She didn't mention that the boys often made her feel left out, whether it was intentional or not. Enid had always been the one to make sure that she felt included, even if it was just a question tossed in her direction, hoping to drag her into conversations. Now, it felt like the roles were reversed with Sophia desperately trying to drag Enid into their social circle once more. " Next time you're free, maybe we could do something? Just us, no stinky boys. "

"You're doing really good," Enid tells her. And she is, she's sitting plenty still to give Enid an easier time. Which she knows must be difficult, considering they don't have so much as a numbing cream. Enid has been lucky enough that she hasn't needed any stitches herself, but once or twice someone had started crying from the pain alone.

Enid's blushing. She knows it's still light enough out that she shouldn't hope Sophia doesn't notice, but she does anyway. Enid shakes her head a little, trying to piece her words together before she answers. "Yeah, sorry. I've just been reading so much, trying to study as much of this doctor shit as I can." It's technically the truth, only Enid is leaving out the fact that she's intentionally been doing most of said studying in one of her hiding spots. The bond between her and Sophia is unique, the only other girl her own age Enid has really gotten to know. But the more her thoughts begin to shift the more she finds herself avoiding her friend like the plague. Everything becomes too strong to ignore when they're together.

"What? You don't wanna be part of club testosterone? Play with bugs and smell like stinky socks?"

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She was surprised when he let out a loud whistle, the noise making her laugh and cover her ears. " Okay, okay, show off, " she giggled, shaking her head. It was nice to have a conversation that wasn't so grim -- things were so dark and gloomy nowadays, it was just nice to be able to smile and laugh the whole way through. When Eleanor had scavenged a few cans of green beans, making a comment about how excited she was for the vegetables, her eyes shot over toward Logan when he spoke. " Yeah, " she admitted, shrugging her shoulders, " I haven't really craved anything weird yet though. Green beans have always been good, but now? It's like finding gold. " Eleanor figured that she likely didn't have cravings because she had just forgotten what good food tasted like or maybe it was that her body was just starved to the point that anything would do. Regardless, these green beans were a hell of a find, and she would be sure to celebrate that later. " You about ready to hit the next house? " she asked, wanting to let the kid take the lead on their little adventure, " I'm willing to be the next place has candy. " A long shot, but a girl could dream, right?

"Yeah."

Logan snuggled against Eleanor, finding comfort and solace in the hug. It was almost like hugging Mom again, except for the noticeable baby bump she had. Logan had always wanted siblings, but it had never happened; he wondered if that's what he and the baby were now, if he agreed to help Miss El. He didn't have to call her Mom or anything.

It was way too soon. Too soon to even think of calling another woman Mom, or even something like that.

"You don't have to put your fingers in your mouth." The boy giggled a bit, pulling away once Eleanor was ready to let him go. "Dad taught me how to whistle loud."

He did whistle, in a long drawn out way, content to do so in an empty house where the sound wouldn't carry and he could kind of show off. It was the same whistle that Mom used to get Dad's attention when he was busy on the other side of the house or outside doing chores.

It was another reminder of her, but Logan felt closer to her using the same whistle she did.

Logan entertained himself with exploring the rest of the home they were scavenging, happy to exchange one of his tattered blankets for a much less hole-y one.

"Does the baby want veggies?" He asked, climbing into one of the stools near the counter and dragging over a can of green beans to look at before packing away into his bag. "Mom and Dad told me that I made Mom crave the weirdest shit."

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imogen poots for project magazine

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drafts are saved and i have a couple of asks that i need to answer as well, but i'm hoping to get to all of that tomorrow after work. if not, then likely on thursday, as i have that day off. i love you all, thank you for being patient with me !! and thank you for loving my girls ! it means so much to me.

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For TMI Tuesday, Send my character any question and they have to answer it!

Submitted by: Anonymous

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kidnapped/imprisoned starter sentences

“Not eating the food I give you is not going to make me give you nicer food.” “You should be grateful I come down here and talk to you at all.” “Listen to me or I’ll treat you even worse.” “I picked you off the street because you were beautiful. You should feel flattered.” “You don’t need freedom if I give you everything you need.” “You can come out of the basement if you give me a very good reason to let you.” “What’s this? Are you trying to get away from me? You should know better.” “Get on your knees and pray I’ll forgive you.” “Oh, you’re hungry? Sing me a song and you can have my leftovers.” “Don’t cry, I’m keeping you safe down here, away from the world. You don’t need it. You only need me.” “Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you.” “I bought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight at dinner.” “You don’t get to decide anything, understood? I make the rules and you obey them if you want to remain unharmed.” “You’re nothing but a little doll I get to play with.” “I own you.” “Don’t worry, I’m not going to take away your virginity just like that. I’m saving it for something special.” “I’m not going to kill you. Not yet.” “If you’re good, you can shower with warm water today.” “Crying won’t make me stop hurting you. It just encourages me.” “You’re so young…” “I love it when you scream, but I will only stop when you can’t scream anymore.” “I’m sorry, I completely forgot you were still down here.” “There’s someone coming to join me tonight. I’m sure you’ll be quiet, or I’ll have to kill my guest again and it’ll be your fault.” “You’re going to have some company tonight. Try to think of him/her as your little brother/sister. I want you to do to him/her what I do to you, understood?” “I’m bringing some friends along to show them how well trained you are.” “How dare you talk to me like that. Wash your mouth, with soap. Now.” “It’s been a pleasure watching you grow up. Your mummy and daddy would have been so proud of you.” “I brought you some food. Now crawl over here and lick it out of the bowl like a good pet.” “I think you should remind me why you’re worth keeping alive down here.” “Tell me how much you love me and you can have your dinner.” — “Hello? Is anyone down here?!” “Oh my god, what is this place? How can you still be alive? I’ll get you help! Please hold on.” “You don’t have to hide from me. I’m trying to help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” “What happened to you? How long have you been kept here?” “Hello? Where am I?! Who are you?” “Have you ever tried to escape? Do you think it’s possible if we work together?” “It’s the police! Show yourself!” “Is that really you? Oh my god, I found you, I can’t believe I found you…”

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girls be like “he’s my baby” and it’s literally a grown man who's commit several felonies

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two friends, talking about being friends since childhood : . . . ever since then, it's just been non-stop hanging out. ( yeah, a rollercoaster ) It's been all of the place. c.ody ko : yeah, a rollercoaster. as in we . . . we're up, but then we go down . . . on each other. you know . . . i can think of at least one ship that this could apply to. not to name names here but *stares at @ourdyingwords*

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It wasn't like Sophia to go against her mother's wishes, especially when it was a matter of her own safety. Carl had convinced her to go outside the walls with him. " It'll be fun, c'mon. " And it was fun, she couldn't argue that . . . nor did she try. But in classic Sophia fashion, her clumsiness decided to make a fool of her. A couple of walkers had shown up and in the midst of her panic, Sophia had run through some brush in the forest, a limb scraping across her chest. The stick left a pretty gnarly cut there . . . one that she didn't dare tell her mother about, but instead, went to Enid for help.

Bright blue eyes lingered on the other girl's face as she worked, the concentration evident in the way that she would squint her eyes. Sophia's hands clenched tightly into fists ; each time the needle pushed through her skin, she would hold her breath, not daring to move in the slightest. Almost done. She nodded slightly, her gaze lowering to eye the wound as Enid scolded her about taking it easy. " That wouldn't be such a bad thing though, " she responded, looking back to Enid with a small grin, " it's just -- you always seem so busy now, so it's kind of nice to be able to spend some time with you. Not so fun hanging out with the guys all the time, I definitely need my girl time. "

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Enid hadn't felt so shaky tending to someone's wounds since Aaron's amputation. Which, considering what's leaving her so anxious now, is a ridiculous comparison. Because an amputation without anesthesia really should not be compared to a simple set of stitches.

But it isn't simple, because the stitches are for Sophia, on the spot just below her collarbone that she has to wear only a tank top with the strap pulled down for Enid to access properly. It's been long enough now that Enid knows the way she notices girls ins't just a phase, but this leaves her even more anxious about it than before. Are people still homophobic in the apocalypse? She makes a mental note to ask Aaron next time she sees him.

"Almost done," Enid says, for both their sake. Thank god she's gotten so good at keeping her composure or she'd be a shaking mess. "You're gonna have to take it easy for a few days, you know, or else we'll end up right back here tomorrow."

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THE OFFICE

Stress Relief (5x14)

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i just need a bad guy to make my girlies smile. that is all, thank you.