#Carl cherry

[deedala]

Timestamp Gif Roulette ⇆ 06x07: Pimp's Paradise ↳Cyan + 7 for @too-schoolforcool

[peaceinthestorm]

Carl Larsson (1853-1919, Swedish) ~ Körsbärsblom - Kvinna i landskap (Cherry Blossom - Woman in a Landscape), 1884

[Source: Bukowskis]

[nagaino]

[politicaldilfs]

Arkansas Governor DILFs

Bill Clinton, Dale Bumpers, Asa Hutchinson, Junius Marion Futrell, Mike Beebe, Ben Laney, Winthrop Rockefeller, Joseph Taylor Robinson, Jim Guy Tucker, Carl E. Bailey, Sid McMath, Orval Faubus, Bob C. Riley, Augustus H. Garland, Homer Martin Adkins, David Pryor, Francis Cherry, and T.J. Terrell

Sorry not that into Mike Huckabee....

[hi-technique]

[mp3minded]

a list of islanders i would like to see again on all-stars

Allegra

Carl

Cherry

Gary

Hope

Kassam

Lily

Nicky AND Seb (they're a package deal)

Priya

Rocco

Shannon

Tim

[carldoonan]

Cardcaptor BWAAAAHkura 🌸🐰 (2020)

[simpfornegan]

the urge to write sorta-sugardaddy!negan is strong..

[egoschwank]

al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1164

first posted in facebook march 7, 2023

henry herbert la thangue -- "in the orchard" (1893)

"oh, my childhood, my innocent childhood! this is the nursery where i slept and i used to look out at the orchard from here! look, mother's walking in the orchard. in a white dress" ... madame ranevsky

"do you know a man by the name of LaFong? carl LaFong? capital L, small a, capital F, small o, small n, small g. LaFong. carl LaFong" ... insurance salesman

"no, i don't know henry herbert la thangue - capital L, small a, capital T, small h, small a, small n, small g, small u, small e. and if i did know henry herbert la thangue, i wouldn't admit it!" ... al janik

[calochortus]

sakura sky by peaceful-jp-scenery Via Flickr: Cherry blossoms of Okitsugawa River 興津川流域の桜 Cherry blossoms of my hometown. The branches seem to be growing freely, similar to the local cherry blossoms. 地元の桜です。枝が好き勝手に伸びている感じも、地元の桜っぽい。 Shimizu-ku, Shizuoka city, Japan

[cherrygeek]

The Old Way Review

The Old Way Review - Cherry at the Movies in theaters and on VOD January 13th #NicolasCage #RyanKieraArmstrong #NoahLeGros #ClintHoward #KerryKnuppe #NickSearcy #ShilohFernandez #Western

Nicolas Cage is out for revenge with his daughter in the wild west The retelling of a classic western written by Carl W. Lucas and directed by Brett Donowho is a story as old as time … revenge in the old wild west as a reformed gunslinger who was reformed by the love of a good woman. Colton Briggs (Nicolas Cage) is a reformed gunslinger after a lifetime of being a hired gun. He’s now a married…

[ruewrote]

𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑦.

PAIRING: s10!carlgallagher x fem!reader WARNINGS: creep men, sexual harrassment, swearing GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: nice 2 know ya by sylendanna WORD COUNT: 631 REQUESTED: yes

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you didn’t really go out all that often, you are what they call a homebody, but you had a hard time telling carl no so that’s how you ended up sitting in his lap in the alibi. with a coke in hand, kevin only just remembered you weren’t old enough to drink.

carl's arms wrapped around your waist as he talked to the locals about random shit, you didn’t pay too much attention to it as you leaned into his touch, your head pressed against his shoulder, your fingers tracing small patterns over his with a dreamy smile on your lips.

“oh to be young and in love!” kevin smiles at the two of you before walking away taking someone's drink order down.

carl turned back and smiled down at you,  lightly tapping your thigh, “i gotta go piss,” he whispered into your ear like it was some secret, making you giggle as you slid off of his lap watching him quickly make his way into the men’s bathroom.

shaking your head to yourself, turning your attention to the cherries in your drink, stirring them around with your straw. your leg bouncing, waiting impatiently for him to get back, social anxiety slowly creeping back in on you whilst you were alone.

“well aren’t you a pretty little thing?” a voice speaks beside you, a little too close for comfort, so you turned your head around in it’s direction.

“a pretty little thing that’s taken, so fuck off.” you voice back, normally you wouldn’t be this rude, but in all honesty you just wanted to be left alone, especially by this piece of shit.

“ooh she's feisty!” 

“dude, so not cool leave her alone or get out of my bar!” kevin sternly stated, as he pointed to the door, the guy continued spewing disgusting things in your ear which just made you get up to get carl and go, but as soon as you stood he grabbed a handful of your ass.

which made you forcefully push him away from you, clearly violated you wrapped your arms around yourself as you back away from him. it was a blur as carl protectively pushed you behind him, then grabbed the man up by the collar, punching him repeatedly until he had him on the floor.

tommy let him get his hits in before pulling carl off of the beaten man who was now barely conscious.

ripping himself out of tommy’s grip, pointing at the bloodied creep who was barely sitting up on the floor, “i will kill you if you even think to look at her again, do i make myself clear?” carl shouts at him, the guy frantically nods then runs out of the building.

carl's breath ragged as adrenaline ran through him, his fists still clenched as he eyed everyone around him realising the whole building had gone silent, it didn’t take long for everyone to go back to normal, drinking and playing pool, but all he was concerned about was you.

turning back around, pulling you into his arms making sure he was gentle with you, “i'm so sorry, sweetheart.” his words were soft as he held you, tears stung your eyes. but you were just glad he was with you.

he backed away just enough for his shaky hands to be pressed to your cheeks, giving you a small smile making one of your own appear.

“yeah, just wanna go home,” 

and you did. 

spending the night in the gallagher home trying to find ways to make it up to him even with the amount of reassurance he gave you, you persisted and he gave in. you made him ice his bruised knuckles, both cooking dinner for everyone, spending the rest of the night cuddling and kissing in his bed.

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[nagaino]

[carlsdarling]

Sexy Talk

Carl and Y/N have some serious birth control issues... Everyone is 18 or over

WARNINGS: lowkey smut

Y/N (whispers): Carl, did you bring any condoms from the supply run?

Carl (rummaging in his pants pocket): Yes, I did

Y/N: Carl! Those are the cherry-flavored ones again!

Carl (frowns): Uuum... I didn't even notice that....

Y/N: (rolls her eyes meaningfully)

Carl (irritated): It's no big deal, they serve their purpose, don't they?

Y/N (annoyed): Have you forgotten what happened last time? The rash you got?

Carl: Uuuum... it's not like that's supposed to happen again, and...

Y/N: Wasn't it embarrassing enough that you had to go to Denise ONCE and ask her for an ointment because you had an itchy rash on your privates?

Carl (blushes): I...

Negan (eavesdropping, while waiting for Rick to hand him supplies): Carl, are you dumb? (laughs) Is he ransacking cherry-flavored condoms, seriously, Carl... one can tell you're Rick's son; I would have parented you better...

Carl (pissed): Oh, fuck you all! (walks away)

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Tags: @tessasweet @taylormarieee @knochentrocken0808 @xxcarlswifexx

(it was just a silly random idea in the late evening, but I considered it funny 😂)

[roadkillremi]

A better man

Negan X F!Reader

Era - S10/11

Summary: After being stuck in a cabin with Negan, things got hot and heavy. Is there regret or enjoyment?

Warnings : Minors DNI, Legal Age Gap (Negan is in his 50s, Reader is in their 30s) , mentions Reader's and her ex's having bad fights (mentions leaving a bruise), unprotected sex, language, p in V, the pet name Doll, mentions rubbing poison ivy on hickey, the whole smut is a flashback of "yesterday night".

A/N : My first Negan fic <3. Also a couple of side notes ; Reader calls Negan Carl's and Ricks killer, I know this isn't true. It is more of the way she viewed him during S7/8. There's no use of 'Y/N', Negan refers to the reader as "Doll". Italics are used for past quotes

There were no words once you went inside the house. Your brain scrabbled with the thought of him. Your backpack slid off your shoulders leaving a thud on the ground. It laid by the entrance next to some abandoned shoes.

"You're back!" Judith and RJ ran towards you giving you a hug. You smile kneeling down to their level.

"Sorry it took me so long..." You wrapped your arms around them. You heard a creak behind you, you turned around to find Michonne. She stood in the doorway looking down at you.

"I said To be as quick as possible." She muttered. Your chest wrenches with guilt, "We were surrounded.". Michonne nodded and stepped closer, she took a good look at you.

"What the hell is that?" She pointed at your neck. You quickly reached your hand to the spot she pointed.

"What?"

"That better not be what I think it is.." she walked away. Her kids followed behind her like little ducks. You quickly went into the bathroom moving your neck around.

There it was.

A cherry red spot on your neck, your heart rate quickened. You said no hickeys, you shut your eyes hoping you're imagining things. Flashes of last night just flood your vision.

His hands roamed your body, touching you so gently. It was a mistake, you didn't mean for things to build up. You were surrounded by dead sacks of shit. It grew colder and less safe for you two to head back. You two barricaded the windows and locked the doors. He placed his crowbar by the door and sat on the couch kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

After all these years I barely know shit about you, sweetheart.

That's what led the two of you to share stories. Stories you wouldn't dare share with anyone else. He knew about your shitty ex boyfriends, the shameful hook ups. The terrible fights you'd have with said shitty ex boyfriends that ended in bruises.

If they were still alive I'd beat the shit of them

In return, he told you all about Lucille and her death. Teary eyed he stared down at you waiting for a response. You weren't sure how to react, so you hugged him. You whispered sweet nothing's into his ear.

I bet she loved you so much.

Then you two kissed in a fit of passion. Your senses are overruled by the longing of a man's touch. Undressing each other as quickly as possible. He laid you down on the old couch, his lips exploring every curve. You patted his shoulder signalling for him to stop. He looked up at you his lips pink with saliva coating them.

Before we continue we need ground rules... Don't release your fucking seed in me. Don't leave marks. Got it?

Fuck yeah, doll.

Just like that he was on top of you, his forehead on yours. He looked into your eyes watching you whimper and moan. His smug smile didn't leave his face once, he chuckled to himself before speaking.

God, this pussy is so Fucking good! No man should teach you like shit..

You pulled him down by the nape of his neck. His lips smash into yours as his beard tickles your chin. He leaned down leaving kisses all around your neck. His teeth teasingly digging into your skin, him leaving the hickey...

He made sure you finished first, holding himself back until your release coated his cock. He pulled out of you before he could spill his seed. You reached in between the two of your bodies. Your hand pumped his shaft helping him chase his orgasm. He thrusted into your hand his head tilting back. You placed kisses on his collarbone and traveled down to his tattoo. His come falling onto your torso, he groaned.

Shit, Doll... Lemme clean you up.

He grabbed his t-shirt whipping your torso off. He tossed it back into the ground before laying on top of you. His head rested on your chest as one of his hands rubbed up and down your thigh.

You buried your face into your hands. You can't do this, Think about Rick, Glenn, Carl, Abraham. They saved you, you were their family, and you slept with their killer. You focused on your racing heart, he's a changed man. You had to get rid of the hickey before anyone else sees it.

You stormed out the house grabbing your ax on the way out. You head towards the gate, your heart echoing into your ears. Negan noticed you stomping towards the gate, he got up from the steps he was sitting at. He followed you with curiosity plan on his face.

"Where are you off to? We just got back." He grinned. You didn't look at him, "To find poison ivy.". He's taken back by your response, " 'cuse me?". You sigh moving any hair in the way to show your neck.

"You got sloppy last night. Will someone open this damn Gate?!" You fussed. A man rushed towards the gate opening it for you.

"Whoa whoa, doll. Slow down you're gonna rub poison ivy on yourself?!" He grabbed your shoulders getting Infront of you. He leaned down to your height, the greyness in his hair shining in your eyes.

"Yes.. I told you not to leave marks." You start walking out the gate pushing into his shoulder. He follows you back out the gate, "Back in my day girls used makeup." He tries to lighten up your mood. You sigh, "Negan.. I told you I can't.. no one can know.".

"What happened to you saying I was a better man?" He leaned on his leg a hint of hurt in his voice. You looked down, a bit ashamed of yourself.

"You are.." you whispered. He walked towards you, "I get it, I'm not a fan favorite out here. But Doll, talk to me.".

"You hurt my family. And me sleeping with you is... Like betraying them" you mumbled. He sighs, "I... I don't regret it. Hell, it was probably the best sex I've ever had... But.." you lose your voice. You look out into the overgrown neighborhood.

"I'll keep it a secret." He speaks up. You turned towards him with hope in your eyes.

"But, don't ignore me. I wanna see that pretty face of yours often." He gently grabs your chin lifting it up. You look into his hazel eyes feeling your heart flutter.

The same eyes that cherished the sight of your body. You leaned into his touch, "Alright. But help me find poison ivy-" you smiled.

"Yes ma'am." He grinned walking into the woods with you. His hand went to the small of your back as the ground became rougher. You smiled to yourself thinking of the night before, this time willingly.

[enidette]

CHERRIES carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — based on 5x15 but carl is aged up with his eye patch, little make out but that’s it

the two of you sat in silence, side by side against a rotten log. you’ve been friends for ages, the confinement of alexandria was initially comforting. but it developed into a suffocating feeling that led you to climbing the wall and going to the woods for that sense of familiarity.

this time though, carl caught you. he followed you and made you promise to take him with you. especially since you two are currently trying to be quiet so the nearby herd wouldn’t come to you.

you sigh and dig through your backpack you took with you, carving a singular star into the wood on the ground. it was a little mark you’d leave, despite it showing no real purpose. there’s nothing tying it to you specifically, most places you’ll never return to and no one will bat an eye. but it’s something you do, something carl admires.

“how often do you come out here?” you bite your lip in thought, turning to carl knife in hand. you bring your knees up to your chest and hold your arm over them.

you shrug, “every now and then…” the hand gripping the knife goes to the ground, drawing shapes in the dirt. “maybe a few times a week if we’re getting specific.”

carl laughs airily, shaking his head. “hiding this from me, how dare you.” you can’t help but smile, you like how carl lets go around you. dropping that tough guy persona he has, being carefree.

you go to speak again when the snarl of a walker alerts you both. in a panic you sling your bad over your shoulder, grabbing carl’s hand with your free one and running towards a nearby tree. it’s got an opening with a hollow middle, perfect for the two of you to squeeze into.

a little too perfect, that is. you look out to see the large herd coming closer, going back inside quickly. that’s when you look at carl and notice his nose is practically touching yours. he’s already looking at you, a sense of longing in his eye.

you feel your cheeks heat up and your breath hitches when his fingers make contact with the back of your hand. his hand travels up your arm to your cheek, keeping eye contact before looking at your lips. you lean in when he does, slow and unsure.

his lips make contact with yours and you both stay still for a moment. there weren’t a lot of options necessarily for people your age to kiss, the inexperience the both of you had left you frozen and confused.

slowly you two try a little more, going from a small peck to an almost french kiss. he backs you up a little so your back is against the tree, cupping your face with his hands. he pulls back a little with heavy breaths, “your lips taste good.”

you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, “thanks, it’s expired cherry chapstick.”