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Want It Need it | Rick Grimes

Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV show)

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader, X reader insert, Rick Grimes X Y/n, Rick Grimes x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT SMUT, Sexual intercourse, Rough sex, Kinky sex, Name calling “degradation” (if you really squint), Oral Sex, Explicit language and Explicit Sexual Content, Soft Dom! Rick Grimes, Sub! Reader.

Word Count: 2000+

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When the apocalypse happened, you were just 20 years old. You were scared out of your mind then you meet a group, a pretty awesome group on the way.

Getting stable at the prison and everyone getting ready to go on hunt. You were the youngest adult only at 23 years old.

You looked up to the group leader whose Rick Grimes. He’s quite amaizng to you and he had his downfalls and ups but that made him human and a better leader.

Walking around the prison as you saw Glenn and Maggie.

"Hey love birds!" You say and Maggie chuckled as he hands you your supply bag.

"What? Wanna join?" Maggie jokes and you laugh.

"Oh! Don’t tempt me with a good time!"

You say and she laughs as Glenn rolls his eyes playfully at you

"No no no I like it the way it is!" Glenn adds on and you laugh more as you smile.

"Thanks for my bag Maggie" you say and she nods as she began walking away with Glenn.

Throwing your bag over your shoulder as you pull your tank top down to adjust your ripped black pants as you saw Rick in your view.

Hearing Daryl rev his bike up and you wave to him.

"Hey pretty little lady!" Daryl yells and you laugh.

"Oh Good morning pretty boy" you say and Daryl smiled as he walks up to you, feelings eyes on you, looking around and saw Rick staring at you then looking away.

"You know keep calling me that people are gonna think some things…" Daryl says as he takes the cigarette from his lips as he grabs a wrench and sits on the concrete floor.

Sitting on the bike as Daryl looks up at you with a smirk.

"Hey be careful"He says and you nod

"I will be or what? Mad I can’t ride you like this" you say jokingly not noticing that Rick was right behind you.

"Oh whoa. I’m- Did I interrupt something?" Rick voice says, scaring the hell out of you, which made Daryl laugh as you turn to Rick, instantly getting off the bike.

"Oh no! You didn’t! I was just joking!" You say and Rick nods as he smirks at you.

"Council meeting happening in cell block B in 10. Be there." Rick says and you nod as you look at Daryl as he puts his tools down.

"Somethin’ happen." Daryl says as you watch Rick walk away, the council got created with original members like yourself, Daryl, Rick, Michonne, Herschel, Maggie and Glenn and Carol. You were all the trusted ones to Rick especially after his wife died. Rick leaned on you the most even though you couldn’t or knew how it felt to lose the love of your life. Right after that the Woodbury attack and taking in refugees along with people that survived. It became a community and quite large one.

Walking with Daryl inside the cell block as you saw Tyreese and few other people you learned to trust and love like family along. Hugging Tyreese and Sasha as they smile at you, then frendily waving to Bob and everyone else you passed.

You are quite known probably because of your smile and go lucky attitude. You felt like even tho the world ending and everyone losing something and hurting like you are, you have to be something to one of these peopl. So you smiled and let people trust you to them feel better and to laugh, your great leader when need to be. You took care of the children in the camp as well either giving up your rations for them or going out their way of playing with them.

You couldn’t help shake those lingering eyes especially when you talked to people especially like Tyreese or Daryl, even with Glenn and Maggie, those eyes that would burn holes into the back of head would watch and then stop once you stop talking to them. You never figured it who or what it was. It’s been happening lately and made on guard too.

Going to the cell block as it’s completely empty besides the council members.

"Finally the two of you arrived" Maggie says and you stick tongue out at her childish making Daryl laugh as you sit down.

"Okay, We have problem lately we’ve sending too many groups out and a lot of people aren’t coming back…We’ve tried using our strongest member abut a lot of you guys can handle so much. We barley have crops, there not growing." Rick says and everyone quiet.

"How about we do rotation of 5 once a week and if need to be Twice a week. It could be me , Daryl, Maggie and Glenn and Sasha for an example and we go out for thre week. We all trust each other and we all work together and we’ll know we will make it back alive….Next week a different group and so on…So we don’t use up all our good people to survive." You say and everyone looks at you.

"For the crops, I could help with that Rick, I grew up on a farm and my daddy loved growing his own food, I know few tricks." You say and Rick nods.

"I’ll take you up on the help and that’s good idea but we should plan that out more and see who works well with each other if we’re gonna do rotations like that for supply runs." Rick says and you agree.

"Oh what about the water source? It hasn’t been the greatest. The water been murky and brown and we’re all getting really thirsty lately." Carol adds on and Daryl sighs.

"I’ll got cheek out the creek nearly by and see if anything happened there and the rain water sprout too. " Daryl says and you nod.

"I can help with that too. Before the end of the world I was a Engineer major in college…I could fix something up for the rain water and add a homemade purifier if I get the right supplies. I did do the water lines we have with what we been showering and see the system their working on." You say and Glenn smiles

"I can totally help you that, Miss.Smarty Pants. I help build that system so most definitely can help."Glenn says and you nod in agreement.

"Great. We head out to the creek tomorrow then." Daryl adds on as he places his hand on your knee and you instantly felt eyes burning into you. It made you look and seeing Rick staring directly at you, making you nervous to swallow right now, it brought shivers to you.

This is what you’ve been feeling since you got here and meet Rick and this group. You thought it was Daryl at first but no.

"Yeah sounds good." You mutter out to Daryl

"Any other matter we need to deal with?" Maggie asks and Rick shakes his head and walks away without another word or a missed beat in his steps.

"Great. I’ll check the water today and see what it looks like and let you guys knows." Carol says and you nod as you began walking away with Glenn Maggie and Daryl.

"Does Rick seem to be acting werid today?" You ask quietly to them and they simply shake their head "no".

-2 months later-

You fixed the water supply but it’s still a work in progress and the crops are growing pretty good especially now that’s it’s into the warmer months. After the few tricks you showed Rick it’s been golden especially with the warmer seasons head now.

It’s late night and everyone turning in for the night at the moment.

Seeing Rick walk up to you, making you smile Rick and yourself got considerably close to each other within the past couple months especially helping him and Carl with the crops.

"Hey Rick." You say and he smiled at you.

"It’s getting late. Why are you still out here?" He asks and you nod as you look off as he stand next to you.

"I’m taking Sasha shift as gaurd tonight…she wants to spend some time with Tyreese and talk to him about what happened with the supply run." You spoke quietly making Rick nods.

" yeah that’s good. That’s good." Rick says and you nod.

"I want to talk to you about something…private." He says and you nod.

"Okay, now?" you ask and Rick nods, you can tell he’s nervous about something.

"Yeah what is it?" You ask Ri k shakes his head a she pulls you along heading towards the guard tower that’s not destroyed and where people keep watch.

"Whoa Rick clam down" you say as still pulls you along as you and him get into the guard tower. Looking at the empty gaurd tower as look at Rick now.

"Why did you drag me all the way I’ve there?" You and and Rick just stared at you.

"Are you with Tyreese ?" he asks and you stare at him in shock.

"With Ty? What do you mean by that?" You ask confused and very concerned for Rick at the way he’s talking and walking back and fourth.

"Are you fucking Tyreese?" He asks and you stare at him with a blank face.

"No! No I’m not! In what world did you get that from?" You ask

"Just wondering you and him pretty close to each other like you do everyone other guy in the camp." Rick says and you gasp

"Are you calling me a sl-" You ask him.

"No no no no no" Rick shakes his head, you can tell thoughts are just flooding his head and he’s doesn’t know how to deal. Rick wiping his face as he licked his lips glancing at you.

"Rick what’s wrong with you? Talk to me" You ask as you grab onto him making Rick look at you. Rick grabbing your face roughly as he kisses you softly.

Being frozen in spot as you felt his lips, your heart beating in your chest.

Slowly kissing him back as you grab his face as he kissed you more passionately and his hands traveled down to your ass squeezing tightly.

"Is this okay?" He asks pulling away slightly from your lips and all you could do is grab his face.

"It’s perfect." You say and kiss him more making him push you against the watch tower wall.

Rick taking your shirt off and kissing your breasts softly as he snaps your bra off with one hand.

Rick staring at your breasts as all he could do is smile making you blush in return. "You’re so fucking beautiful." He whispers to you.

His mouth meets them quickly marking them with his teeth and hard sucks on them.

Rick hands going down to your belts loops as he toys with them as he kisses you softly. His hand slipping underneath your pants reaching your pussy as his mouth quickly switched to one breast and the other.

Rick slowly pushing his two fingers in you making moan softly. Rick smirk even more as he pulls your panties down and lifts one of your legs onto his shoulders, placing you tighter between him and the wall of the watch tower.

"Fuck!" You moan out as Rick began thrusting his fingers quickly and his mouth meet with your clit quickly too.

His mouth to your pussy, licking your wetness in long thick strips. Finding his hair once more and pulling softly. He kissed around the clit, his licks sending you pleasure. Rick pulling you closer as he flicks and licks you in the areas most pleasurable areas, you didn’t know existed on you.

"Fuck fuck fuck, RICK!…please…please" You moan out loudly as your back arch more away from the wall as you grip Rick hair tighter as he began moving his finger again as he suck on your clit.

You weren’t sure how much you can take of this. You never felt anything this and knowing it’s the man you been in love with for months, making you feel this, sent you over the edge.

"Cum for me, sweetheart." Rick growls as he pulls away slightly from you and all you can do is just babble and moan due to the pleasure.

Squeezing your eyes shut as you breathing hitched and all you can do is yell "I’m cumming." Making Rick start thrusting his fingers even more in you. Rick lifting away from in between your legs as he lick his lips with a satisfied smirk. Staring at him with heavy breathing as he smiles at you.

"On the floor now." He says and you simply nod.

Rick smirking as he watched get the ground and that’s when you realized their bunch of blankets and you smirk softly, looking towards Rick.

The fucker planned this.

Getting in your knees in front of him as you began undoing Rick buckle as you lick your lips.

"Look at you…no more Ms.innocent anymore." Rick chuckles

"I never said I was innocent" you giggle out with a smirk on your face, that just make Rick stop you and push you to the blankets.

Rick getting onto of you with a wide smirk now as you wrap your legs around his waist. Rick kissing you softly as michevous shined in your eye.

Rick giving the same look back as he positions himself perfectly and slowly pushes in you.

"Fuck….Shit, Rick!" You groan out Rick thrusting his cocks in you slowly and he quickly picked up pace.

Moaning as Rick hand went to your throat and began choking you slowly making you moan out more the best you can as you felt Rick other free hand smack your breasts lightly.

Rick pulling out quickly as he flips you so easily onto your stomach, pulls your arms to your back, holding them in place as he slips his cock back into you and starts slamming into you now.

Rick slamming into you, as you began moving your hips with him, moving together with him as she slams in you.

"Fuck baby! You feel so good." Rick groans as he lands a solid slap on your ass making you jump in pain and pleasure but god you loved it. Rick landing few more hard slaps on your ass making your ass red and sore now.

"Please more." You moan out as Rick slapped your ass more before he grabs your hips and pulls onto his cock harder and began slamming into you as the noises of meeting your skin were loud and filled the tower.

Clenching around Rick as he knew your so close. You felt it bubbling up in your lower stomach.

"Fuck fuck!" You scream out as Rick pulling out again as you whimper at the lost of his cock.

Until Rick flips you again on your back.

"I want to see your face while you take all my cum." Rick utters out as his hand went back to your throat squeezing your throat just the way you like it, cutting abit of airflow, making smile slightly in response.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" You scream out now, clenching tightly around Rick cock now.

"Come on baby. You can do it. Cum for me baby." He says as he slams harder and faster.

Nodding with each thrust as your arms wrap around Rick and pull him close to your chest as your legs wrap around him.

Rick groaning as he kisses your neck gently. Your legs began getting more shakey as you began cumming all over Rick dick but that didn’t stop him.

"Did I tell ya to cum?" He says in your ear sending almost chills down your spine but it went straight to pussy as you shake your head submissively.

"Say it." Rick growls at you.

"No you didn’t." You say and Rick nods.

"Mhm you’re right about that." He says as he began slamming into making your grip the blankets tighter, but he soon stops as he flips you again to your stomach.

Lifting your ass as he shoved his dick back into you as he grabs our hair and pulls your head back to his shoulder as his hand reached around for your neck as he squeezes watching your face contort in more pleasure.

Becoming a Moaning mess and sensitive as you can tell Rick close as he slams into you, his cock twitching in you as he now hits your g spot, sending you over again. Cumming against his cock again as you felt warm cum in you, making you smile as Rick slowly pulls out.

"Fuck that amazing." He says and you nod as Rick pulls out and lays next you, pulling you close.

"I needed that for months." You say and Rick nods in agreement.

"Me too baby."

"And I would love to do it again." He says and you nod in agreement as you felt his cum drip out of you.

"Oh me too. I could go for another round" he says and you nod.

"Don’t tempt me baby." He says and you laugh as you kiss him slowly getting onto of him.

"Seriously the whole prison gonna hear us now." He says making you laugh as you kiss his neck softly.

[tzuberry]

me, you, and the red bracelet

pairing gunwook + gn reader details red string of fate but not rlly (?) cw blood (not graphic), trip/fall wc 1192 read time 5 mins

note i hate this bruh i cba to fix it or anything i think the entire plot of this is what’s wrong with it it just doesn’t feel right.. unfortunately

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You never thought anything much of the red string bracelet your mother gave you on the day of your middle school graduation—just that it looked kind of stupid. Upon receiving it, at the unripe age of fourteen, you contemplated its purpose and why your mom couldn’t give you a shiny new Pandora charm bracelet as your friends’ parents did for them.

Nevertheless, as a relic of representation of your grandmother’s beliefs (as your dad had told you), it became difficult to take off… metaphorically. You couldn’t just disrespect a family member like that; especially one that had essentially raised you. So, the sort of odd-looking, entirely useless red string wrapped around your wrist had to stay just the way it was.

Over time, its significance, and the meaning of it, diminished in your point of view. No one in your family had taken the time to enlighten you on its real purpose, so in the end… what—who were you wearing it for?

“I think it’s cute,” your friend Eunah said one day. She had a stripe of frothed milk above her upper lip from drinking the cafe mocha she ordered, so it was hard to take her seriously. Still, it was clear what she was talking about; she slid the tip of her finger under the red string across your wrist, tugging on it slightly.

In the mid-afternoon of another unremarkable Saturday, you’d found yourselves at the nearest coffee shop to your building on campus. You had a lot of work to catch up on, and Eunah graciously offered to accompany you… but she ended up not much of a help. Additionally, she only got you wondering if you had a milk mustache identical to hers, seeing as you’d gotten the same drink.

“It’s alright,” you replied, letting out a deep breath as you continued writing with your free hand. “I’m thinking of taking it off one of these days.”

“Oh, come on,” your friend groaned. “It means something, you know,” she stated, tone almost defensive. Your best friend was big on myths, theories, and any kind of legend—she was probably about to regale you on another one, this time concerning the bracelet you wore daily. “Like, when you find your soulmate, the string will break—I’ve heard of it.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, okay.” You were never one to believe any of this, which is why you never did any of your own research regarding your red string. It’s stupid, and it looks stupid too.

“Fine. Don’t believe me then,” she said, amused and rolling her eyes. “Just… when it happens, at least tell me I was right. And that I told you so.” Eunah began to pack her things into her blue Herschel backpack, and with all your textbooks and notepads laid out on the table, you didn’t have the chance to notice that she…

She stood up, wearing her bag over both shoulders. “I’ll see you on Monday, [Name]. Text me when you leave later.”

“Mhm,” you passively hummed. “Text me when you get home.”

She nodded. “I will.” Then, she went out the door.

It’d been only a few minutes post-Eunah exit when you came to find that your advanced chem textbook was gone—just— poof. As if it hadn’t had a spot on the table earlier, as if someone had… oh. (As if someone had taken it.)

You dashed out of the cafe as quickly as you could, not minding the passers-by and their brief judgmental glances. You needed that book—your exam was on Monday. You couldn’t even begin to think about what you would do without it. And, sure, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world if you weren’t able to catch up to Eunah, but it was more convenient to chase after her now than to commute to her house or assign a delivery service to bring you your textbook.

It had just so happened when your friend came into view, you… tripped. Shit. At least your arms broke the fall.

You were so certain the palms of your hands were grazed and (a very tiny bit) bloodied—so much so that you concluded it would hurt to prop yourself up to stand. Luckily, although you didn’t know it at the time…

“You alright?” a stranger asked, extending help in the form of his hand reaching for yours.

Despite your better judgment, the first thing that came to your mind had unfortunately been: he’s really, really cute. And tall. He flashed you an awkward smile, which prompted you to wonder why until he shook his empty hand in front of you—a subtle reminder that you had yet to get up from the floor.

“Oh, oh—!” you gasped, taking his offer into grasp. (Not too tightly though. Your palm was still… bleeding.) Your eyes locked onto his wrist as he helped you back up, and it’s just then that you realized it: your red string bracelet is gone.

The boy laughed. “That was a hard fall,” he said, nearly giggling in… amusement at your misfortune. He had taken his hand back before you could even hope that your blood didn’t rub off on him. His smile dropped. “You’re bleeding.”

Your red string bracelet was gone.

Your red string bracelet was gone.

Your red string bracelet was... who even is this guy?

“Hello? Are you good?” He waved his hand ahead of your face.

“[Name],” he called out. How did he know your name? (Newsflash: it was on your ID.) “Are you good?”

With half your consciousness gone due to the sole premise of your bracelet disappearing, you’d lost the ability to lead any train of thought clearly. “What’s your name?” you semi-breathlessly inquired, tilting your head and raising a brow.

He pointed to himself and asked for clarification. With this gesture, you noticed that he wore the same ID lanyard as yours. “Me?”

“Yes.”

“Gunwook.” He smiled softly.

Could Eunah really have been right? You’d just met this guy, when—

“Gunwook, can I have your number?” ... Impulse took over the rationality in you.

He broke into the widest grin you’d ever seen. He let go of your hand, which you hadn’t remotely noticed he took ahold of again, and stared at you intently as he waited for you to open your phone. You didn’t have your phone on you.

With a shake of your head, he immediately understood and pulled a pen out of his pocket. “Got paper?”

That you did. Gunwook ripped it into two, gave you one, wrote his number down first, and then lent you his pen. He wanted your number too…

“Uh, here it is.” Passing the piece of paper back to him, you pursed your lips, and the corners of your mouth came up ever-so-slightly. “Thanks. I’ll, um, go now.”

You rushed away (briskly walking) from the echo of Gunwook’s voice, ringing out with the question: “Wait! How’s your hand?”

“Good!” you yelled back.

Fortunately, when you reached the cafe again, your belongings and coffee were left untouched. There, you fished out your phone from somewhere in your backpack and called Eunah right away, planning to open with the line: “You were right, and you told me so.”

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #7

Sherlock, in response to being asked to sneak into Valeria’s house: Okay. Don’t worry, guys. I got your back!

*She steps behind Ghost*

Sherlock: From right here.

———

Laswell: Hey did you call General Shepherd a bitch?

Price: Yeaaahh! He changed the Wi-Fi password!

Laswell: You can’t be-

Nikolai: THAT BITCH CHANGED THE WI-FI PASSWORD!!!!

———

*Something bad and unexpected happens on a mission*

Nikolai: Why didn’t you tell me?!

Sherlock: Well, because I wanted us to fail.

Nikolai: 😑

Sherlock: OBVIOUSLY I DIDN’T KNOW!!!!

———

Graves: Hey, I always get the vibe that you, like, hate me or something.

Ghost: What?! Me, hate you?!

Ghost: …You’re right.

———

Soap: If I punch myself in the face and it hurts, am I strong or weak?

Ghost: Strong.

Gaz: Weak.

Price: A dumbass is what you are.

———

Alejandro: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.

Graves: …

Graves: And?

Alejandro: And you are.

———

Hadir: Sorry I’m late, I was… doing things.

*pounding footsteps can be heard from behind the door*

Alex, bursting through the door: HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

Hadir: Push is such a strong word. I prefer calling it … giving you a little nudge.

Alex: Oh I’ll give you a nudge when I shove mY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!

Price, covering Farah’s ears: Hey! Watch your fucking language in front of the president!

———

Graves: Yo, what’s that song that goes like, “Despacito”?

Alejandro: Despacito?

Graves: Yeah. What’s the name?

Alejandro: DESPACITO

Graves: …Yeah. What’s the name?

Alejandro, pissed: Dios mío, you’re an idiot!

Graves: Thank you! Alexa, play “Dios mío, you’re an idiot!”

Echo Dot Alexa: Ok *starts playing Despacito*

Alejandro: 😦

Graves 😎

———

Ghost: What happens to the car if you press the break and the accelerator at the same time? Does it take a screenshot?

Price:

Soap:

Gaz:

Roach, wanting to be a little shit: Ye-

Sherlock being done with life: No. That’s it, I’m driving.

———

Soap: Go to bed! It’s 3am. If you don’t you’re going to hate yourself in the morning!

Roach: Jokes on you, I’m gonna hate myself in the morning ✨REGARDLESS✨

———

Sherlock: I don’t want to be a person anymore.

Ghost: … What?

Sherlock: I’m tired of it.

Soap: 😥 Maybe we should talk about this-

Sherlock: I just wanna be a dinosaur.

Ghost:

Soap:

Roach: Me too!

———

*Sherlock walks into the rec room and drops her bag on the floor*

Sherlock: tEll mE wHy tHerE arE 7 BiLlioN peOplE On tHiS DAmN PlaNEt ANd NoT 1 pErsOn hAs A CrUsH On mE!? WhAt ThE HelL UNiveRsE?!!

Gaz, whose been pining for her since the day he met her: what about me 🥺

———

Roach, sleep deprived: All I want-

Soap: Oh no

Roach: -is for for someone to walk up to me-

Ghost: What’s going on now?

Roach: -look me in the eyes, put their hands on my face, and very passionately-

Gaz: Kiss you?

Roach: -twist as hard as they can and put me out of my fucking misery!

Price: Roach no

Roach: Roach yes

———

Laswell: John, aren’t you supposed to be on a Zoom call right now?

Price: I got kicked off already.

Laswell: Why! What did you do?!

Price: Well she said, “DoN’t GeT sMaRt WiTh Me!” and I said, “Then what are we paying you for?” and she did not like that!

Laswell: John that’s rude.

Price: …But I’m right on this.

———

Roach: Remember when you guys told me to go to the pharmacy?

Sherlock: *looks at Gaz before looking at Roach* Yess

Roach: Mmm they’re out of my ADHD medication for five days.

Sherlock: Oh my god-

Roach: It’s gonna be a fun week!

Gaz, already leaving the room: I’m going to my mother’s-

Sherlock, pissed that she would have to watch Roach by herself: What happened to “in sickness and in health”, motherfucker!?

———

Sherlock: I’m sorry guys… there’s nothing else we can do. Graves is dying, we’re gonna have to pull the plug.

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: Oh my god… Oh my god…

Soap: Can I do it?

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: What?

Soap: Can I pull the plug?

Gaz: Hey no! I wanna pull the plug!

Ghost: No fuck you! I get to do it!

Soap: This is bullshit! I wanna do it!

Price: NO! I-I’m the oldest, I should be the one to do it!

Ghost: I’ll thumb wrestle you for it.

Price: Fine, let’s go BITCHHH

Price & Ghost, hands together for thumb wrestling: 1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war!

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: Are you two serious?!

Price: YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A CHANCE

Ghost: OH, YOU’RE GOING DOWN

Price: NOOO, NO, NO, NOO

Ghost: OHHHHHHHHHH

*Ghost wins*

Ghost: Yess

Price: NO

Ghost: yEsSSSSS

Price: DAMN IT

Ghost: Alright, where’s that plug?!

Soap: Where’s that plug?

Ghost: Where’s that mother fucking plug?!

Sherlock: Do you have ANY respecT?!

Ghost: No, I have 0 respect!

Soap: We have 0.

Price: We have 0 respect.

Gaz: I have nothing!

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: I can’t even believe this!

Sherlock: Yeah, me too. Alright let’s get this show on the road! I got some leftover lasagna at home, and it’s got my name on it!

———

Ghost: Good morning, everyone. God has let me live another day. And I’m about to make it EVERYONE’S problem.

Soap: Good morning to you too.

Price: 🤦‍♂️ I give up.

———

Alex: What do we do when we’re feeling sad?

Farah: Watch a murder documentary and plan out how to do it without getting caught?

Hadir’s soul in Hell: *scared shitless despite already being dead*

Alex: Jesus fuck, NO!

———

Soap: You guys won’t believe what just happened!

Ghost: What happened?

Soap: Some guy from Shadow Company wouldn’t leave Sherlock alone-

Nikolai, maternal uncle instincts kicking in: Excuse me!

Soap: -but she took care of it!

Price, to Sherlock: How’d you take care of it?

Sherlock: Simple. *clears throat* 🎶Row row row your boat, The fuck away from me, Felony felony just tried to test me, And I’m a cause a scene🎶

Nikolai, laughing: That’s my girl!

[gallawitchxx]

weekly tag wednesday <3

thank you to my absolute angels @michellemisfit @energievie @deedala @mybrainismelted @crossmydna

@y0itsbri & @kiinard for tagging me to play! & look at me, getting to it on wednesday, can you even believe?

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name: bee-bee-eight

age: thirty-two

location: a comfy yellow couch

top sheet, yes or no? HELL NO. i always gets so tangled & it's a terrible experience. best case scenario, i kick them to the bottom of the bed alskjdlakj

how many stuffed animals do you own? omg there's a bin at my parent's place that absolutely jam-packed with stuffies, but here at my house i only have two! an icebat & a peter pan from disneyland paris lol

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): gus <3 no explanation -- we met him, his eyes went in complete opposite directions & my wife said, "he looks like a gus."

favourite color: today? sage green

any tattoos? HELL YES. i have fourteen? fifteen? idk! they're addicting!

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): a gray herschel fanny pack that i wear like a crossbody bag :)

the last movie you watched: i don't know... but the next movie i will be watching is jurassic park with the pals! bring on the dinos & the jeff goldblum!

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? with a shower, maybe thirty to forty-five minutes? without a shower, as little as ten LOL depends where i'm going!

favourite weather: 70s and sunny, but hotter if i want to swim or lay out!

relationship status: married & oh so pleased about it

ice cream flavor of choice: i rarely meet an ice cream flavor that i don't like, but if i had to choose i'd go with pistachiooooo or mint chip! i guess i really do like green today hahaha

first fandom: maybe harry potter? maybe queer as folk? my teen years were a wild time on the interwebs

how many books have you read this year? i've read quite a bit actually. i don't keep count, although i probably should. probably 20+?

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: "i am bee and" -- wouldn't you like to know?

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? oh! i really don't think i'll ever change my url. gallawitchxx is perfect for me! it's boy dolls, it's witchy, it's a sign-off of kiss kiss!

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tagging @heymrspatel @gardenerian @catgrassplantdad @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo

@howlinchickhowl @palepinkgoat @thisdivorce @abundanceofnots (hehehe PLAY ELLIE) @rereadanon

@ian-galagher @creepkinginc @sickness-health-all-that-shit @lingy910y @sam-loves-seb & anyone else who wants to play! ily! xx

[ltash]

Forever

Ep-5 "Parted" SimonGhostRileyxFemaleReader

"The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected."

On the other side of the English Channel, Simon read through Andrea's letter, clutching it tightly in his hands. His eyes scanned over her words, each one a warm embrace from her spirit. The letter made him miss her more, but it also gave him strength. Her resilience always amazed him.

He took out his notepad and started penning his response, his own thoughts and emotions pouring onto the page. He wrote with a heavy heart, aware of the challenges she was facing. Yet, he remained positive in his words, assuring her that he was there for her, even if not physically.

The loss of Andrea's mother was profound. She kept busy with her studies and continued to communicate with Simon through letters, finding solace in their exchanges. She never mentioned her father, General Herschel Shepherd, who had just become a well-known US Army General. He had always been a looming presence in her life, fulfilling all her expenses even after her mother had taken her to Manchester following their divorce.

After her mother's death, Andrea, now 17, found her life taking another drastic turn. General Shepherd had secured custody of her again. This day started like any other, with Andrea preparing to go to college, but something was different. She spotted a line of black cars outside her small home. Then there was a knock on the door.

Opening it, she was surprised to see her father, General Shepherd, standing there flanked by men in black. Without a word, he took his daughter into a firm embrace.

"I have come to take you back with me, Andrea," he said.

Andrea stood frozen for a moment, the unexpectedness of the situation sinking in. The world outside seemed to blur as she processed his words. The general's presence was imposing, a stark contrast to the modest life she had known with her mother.

"Back with you?" she echoed, her voice a mix of confusion and apprehension.

"Yes," General Shepherd affirmed, his tone leaving no room for argument. "It's time you come home, where you belong."

Home. The word felt foreign to her, yet in her father's eyes, there was a determination that she couldn't ignore. Andrea glanced around her small house, the place that held so many memories of her mother. It felt like her world was shifting, the ground beneath her feet no longer stable.

She had no choice to say no to her father as he not only had her custody plus he was US army General at that time so she couldn't say no.

She took a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts of Simon, her friends, and the life she had built in Manchester. But in that moment, she realized that her path was being redirected, and she had no choice but to follow it.

"Okay," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll come with you."

General Shepherd gave a curt nod, a hint of relief crossing his stern features. He released her from the embrace, and she took a step back, looking around one last time. This place had been her sanctuary, but now it was time to face a new chapter.

As she gathered her belongings, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She clung to the hope that she would still be able to stay in touch with Simon, that their bond would remain strong despite the physical distance that would soon separate them.

With her bags packed, Andrea stepped out of the house and into the waiting car. Her father followed, his presence a constant reminder of the changes ahead. As the car pulled away, Andrea cast one last glance at her home, a silent farewell to the life she had known.

"Wait! I need to meet Tommy before I go," Andrea said, halting abruptly as she stood at the door of Simon's home. She knocked, her heart pounding in her chest. Mrs. Riley answered, her warm smile fading as she took in Andrea's tear-streaked face.

"Andrea, dear, what's wrong?" Mrs. Riley asked, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

Andrea clung to her, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. "I... I'm going back to the States," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

Mrs. Riley's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, Andrea. When?"

"Today. My father is here to take me," she replied, her words barely audible.

Just then, Tommy appeared at the door, concern etched on his face. "Andrea? What's going on?"

Andrea pulled away from Mrs. Riley and turned to Tommy. "I had to see you before I left. My father... he's come to take me back to the States. I wanted to say goodbye."

Tommy's face fell, and he took a step forward, pulling her into a tight hug. "This isn't goodbye, Andrea. We'll keep in touch. You'll come back, right?"

Andrea nodded, though she wasn't sure of anything anymore. "I'll try. I promise."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in the bittersweet embrace. The reality of the situation was sinking in for both of them. Mrs. Riley, wiping away her own tears, stepped back to give them a moment.

"Take care of yourself, Andrea," Tommy said, his voice thick with emotion. "And if you need anything, anything at all, you know where to find us."

Andrea nodded again, her throat too tight to speak. She pulled back, giving Mrs. Riley one last hug before turning to leave. As she walked back to the car where her father was waiting, she felt a mix of sorrow and hope. She was leaving behind the people who had become like family to her, but she was determined to stay strong.

General Shepherd watched her approach, his expression unreadable. She got into the car, casting one last look at the Riley house, where Tommy and Mrs. Riley stood watching her leave. The car pulled away, and with it, a chapter of her life closed. But as she faced the uncertain road ahead, she carried with her the love and support of those she was leaving behind, and the hope of reuniting with Simon someday.

Simon sat in his barracks room, the quiet solitude only broken by the soft rustling of paper as he read through yet another letter from Andrea. He couldn't help but smile as he read her words, her voice coming through even in her writing. But something felt off this time. The content of her letter seemed...different. The lightheartedness he had come to expect was replaced by a subtle distance.

He read the letter again slowly, trying to decipher the meanings behind her words.

Dear Simon,

I hope this letter finds you well. I'm proud of everything you're accomplishing over there. I miss you every day and think about you constantly. Life here has taken some unexpected turns, and it feels like everything is changing all at once.

I don't know how to tell you this, but my mother has passed away. It's been incredibly hard, and I've been leaning on Tommy and Mrs. Riley a lot. They've been my rock through all of this. My father has come to take me back to the States. I didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

Leaving Manchester, and everything I know and love, especially you, feels like a part of me is being torn away. I wanted to tell you in person, but there wasn't time. I don't know what the future holds, but I promise to write as often as I can. You've been my strength, Simon, and I hope you know that no matter where I am, I'll always be thinking of you.

Take care of yourself, and please don't forget about me.

With all my love,

Andrea

Simon stared at the letter, his mind racing. Andrea's mother had passed away, and now she was being uprooted from everything familiar to her. He felt a surge of helplessness wash over him. He wanted to be there for her, to comfort her, but he was stuck in his barracks, miles away.

He clutched the letter tightly, as if doing so could bring Andrea closer. The weight of her words pressed down on him, the finality of her leaving Manchester hitting him hard. He glanced around his room, the sterile military environment feeling even more confining.

Determined not to let the distance break them, he grabbed a pen and paper and began to write back.

Dear Andrea,

I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. I can't imagine what you're going through right now. I wish I could be there to hold you and tell you that everything will be okay. You've been so strong through all of this, and I want you to know that I'm here for you, even if it's just through letters.

Your father coming to take you back to the States must be overwhelming. I know it's not what you wanted, but I hope you can find some peace and stability there. Please keep writing to me. Your letters are what keep me going through the tough days.

I promise I won't forget about you. You're in my heart, Andrea, always. We'll get through this, just like we've gotten through everything else. Stay strong, and remember that I'm with you, no matter where you are.

With all my love,

Simon

As Simon sealed the envelope, he hoped it would reach Andrea quickly, offering her the comfort she so desperately needed. However, he had no way of knowing that Andrea's sudden move had left her untraceable.

Back in Manchester, Andrea's departure was swift. General Shepherd's arrival had thrown everything into disarray. With military efficiency, he had arranged for their immediate departure. Andrea barely had time to say goodbye to Mrs. Riley and Tommy. Her heart ached as she hugged them both tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"I have to go," Andrea whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "But I'll find a way to stay in touch. Thank you for everything."

Tommy, equally tearful, nodded and hugged her once more. "We'll miss you, Andrea. Stay strong, okay?"

With one last, lingering look at the place she had called home, Andrea climbed into her father's car. As they drove away, she felt a deep sense of loss, not just for her mother, but for the life she was leaving behind.

Days turned into weeks, and Simon waited for a response from Andrea. Every mail delivery brought a mix of hope and dread. But no letters came. Growing increasingly worried, Simon tried to find out what had happened. However, with Andrea now under the protective shadow of General Shepherd, all means of communication had been severed.

The letter Simon had sent was returned, marked with a stark red stamp: "Recipient No Longer at This Address." The sight of it felt like a punch to his gut. He sat on his bunk, the unopened letter in his hand, feeling more alone than ever.

He tried to focus on his training, but thoughts of Andrea plagued him. He missed her laughter, her resilience, and the way she could make everything seem okay, even in the darkest of times. The uncertainty gnawed at him, the not knowing if she was alright, if she was thinking of him too.

Simon resolved to keep writing, even if his letters went unanswered. It was the only connection he had left to her, and he wasn't ready to let go. He poured his heart into each letter, hoping that somehow, someday, they would find their way to her.

Meanwhile, Andrea was trying to adjust to her new life. Her father, ever the disciplinarian, had a strict routine that left little room for personal freedom. She threw herself into her studies, finding solace in her work on cybersecurity. The one thing she clung to was the hope that she and Simon would be reunited one day.

Months passed in this painful limbo, with Simon and Andrea living their lives miles apart, yet bound together by memories.

Months turned into years and six years passed in the blink of an eye.

The extravagant lifestyle Andrea found herself in under General Shepherd's roof was a stark contrast to the life she had known in Manchester. The opulent surroundings, the personal driver, and the prestigious university-all of it was a testament to her father's success. Despite the luxury, Andrea remained focused on her studies, channeling her determination and intelligence into her work. She excelled at her university, mastering the complexities of cybersecurity. Her skills as a hacker grew, eventually leading her to join the CIA as a field agent. Alongside her technical expertise, she trained rigorously in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, becoming a formidable force.

Back in Manchester, life took its own turns. Tommy had gotten married, and the arrival of his son, Joseph, brought a new kind of joy to the family. Mr. Riley, once a source of turmoil, had changed. His transformation brought a sense of peace to the household, but this peace was fragile.

Simon's military career had earned him respect, but it also brought dangerous enemies. After years away, he returned home for a visit. Standing in front of the house where Andrea once lived, memories came rushing back. The laughter they shared, the quiet moments of understanding, and the bond they had forged in their youth.

Then he walked slowly to the front door of his home, his heart heavy with a mixture of nostalgia and longing. The house looked the same, yet everything had changed. He knocked, and moments later, Mrs. Riley opened the door, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and joy.

"Simon! It's so good to see you," she exclaimed, pulling him into a warm hug.

Simon smiled, the familiarity of home washing over him. "It's good to be back, Mom. How's everyone?"

"Come in, come in," she said, ushering him inside. "Tommy's just in the living room with Joseph. He'll be thrilled to see you."

Simon stepped into the living room, where Tommy was playing with his son. The sight of his brother and his nephew filled him with warmth. Tommy looked up, his face breaking into a wide grin.

"Simon! You made it," Tommy said, standing up to hug him.

"Of course," Simon replied, hugging him back. "I've missed you all."

As they sat and caught up, Joseph, curious about his uncle, approached shyly. Simon smiled, ruffling his nephew's hair. "Hey there, Joseph. I've heard a lot about you."

Joseph giggled, his eyes wide with wonder. "Uncle Simon, are you a soldier?"

Simon nodded, feeling a sense of pride. "Yes, I am."

The evening passed with stories and laughter, a temporary reprieve from the challenges of their lives. But as Simon glanced out the window towards Andrea's old house, he couldn't help but wonder where she was and what had become of her. The bond they shared was still strong in his heart, and he hoped that one day, their paths would cross again.

[simonalkenmayer]

Pro-life MAGA candidate Herschel Walker is in another scandal, as today it came out first that in 2009, he paid for his girlfriend’s abortion. Shortly after that, his son went on a rant on Twitter, calling his father a violent abuser and womanizer. He threatened the family so often they had to move multiple times to escape him.

Turkish citizen and ex-Turkish military, “Dr.” Oz murdered over 300 puppies, including disposing of a litter of dead puppies by throwing them into a bag with live ones and throwing them in the garbage. He should not be in the senate. He is not only a national security risk, but a psychopath.

Trumps former lawyer is now cooperating with the DOJ.

The J6 committee has obtained over 800k communications from the Secret Service, proving they lied about the events and deletion of text messages from J6.

Yesterday Elon Musk said that Ukraine should give up and hand Crimea to the Russians as a peace concession. The ambassador said “fuck you”. Literally.

Trump went on Truth Social and called Mitch McConnell’s wife and former Trump Cabinet member Elain Chao “China loving Coco Chow” and threatened Mitch’s life. Nothing whatsoever has been done about it.

Every single Florida Senate and House member voted NO on receiving Federal disaster aid for Hurricane Ian. Ron DeSantis, Florida’s governor, has been telling people not to donate to charity, but to the state, and then put his wife in charge of the fund. Then today Matt Gaetz decided to use the lack of funding as a talking point even though he voted against it

It was revealed that not only did Trump lie about returning the love letters from Kim Jong-Un to the National Archive, he also stole them. They were among the documents seized.

The Leader of the Oathkeepers just threw Trump under the bus, defending himself in court by saying everything he did on January 6th was legal because it was under Trump’s orders.

The Supreme Court has DECLINED to hear Mike Lindell's appeal which effectively destroys his efforts to block the $1.3 billion defamation lawsuit against him.

The US ARMY fell 16,000 troops shy of its recruitment threshold.

The next J6 hearing will be on 10/13

Happy ADHD month.

[ravynfyre]

do not come at me if you read beyond the cut and get traumatized.

my elderly cat died yesterday. i wish i know how, because the not knowing is killing me. she'd suddenly taken a turn for the worse, and i had already decided that we were going in monday to say goodbye. i don't know how she died, though. i had a really bad bout of insomnia the night before, and laid down to take a 3 hour nap in the late morning after chores. when i woke up, she wasn't begging for more breakfast, so i got worried and went looking for her. i couldn't find her. looked all through the house in all of her favorite spots, but she wasn't there. i didn't find her until i checked the crate of one of my dogs. the dog was eating her. dog had already pulled her head off and eaten the front half of her body. i had to get bags to collect what was left of my elderly cat from the dog's crate... and i will never know if the dog just found her body soon after i laid down for my nap (because i know my cat was alive them... i had fed her a little breakfast - less than she would normally want, so i was worried already - and then she'd come to lay down on me once i was settled) or if my dog actually killed her. i know that she was in multiple pieces, though, and i had to clean that up... and i have already had multiple people today telling me that my mental and emotional state, my distress, is unreasonable. one person literally asked me how i could be this upset for a cat when i have spent my life dealing with dead humans in even worse conditions.

here's my awful confession: i don't like people. they lie. they're complicated. they bring drama to my life. they hurt me. they go out of their way to hurt me. they hurt each other for the joy of inflicting pain. they destroy the world for fun and profit. humans are terrible creatures and i cannot stand them. there are individual people that i care for... but humans... fuck humanity.

my animals don't lie to me. they want food, safety, and compassion... and they love whole-heartedly. they don't try and deceive me for personal gain. except maybe for another snack, but i like food, too. my animals don't want to destroy the world. at most, they want the fun of the chaos of wrecking a stuffie.

but now i am conflicted, and that's the worst part, i think. she's a dog. dog's gonna dog. it's not like she was being malicious when she started eating my cat. she's got behavioral and medical issues that make her feel like she's starving, even when she's full. she licks things off the floor, sometimes, so it's pretty believable that she would start eating a corpse. but when she came to me, she wasn't cat safe, and it took many months to train that out of her. except i forgot that you can never 100% extinguish a set behavior... so an elderly cat on her last legs who was slow and weak... yeah, i could see this dog killing her out of misguided instincts, too. i just don't know. and that makes me sound like a shitty, unprepared, ignorant person, i'm sure, that i would risk my elderly cat like that. trust me, you can't say anything i haven't already been thinking about myself. (and other people have said to me already yesterday and today. you'd be late to the party) but the dog had been so trustworthy for so many months that it honestly wasn't something i could consider - except in retrospect. so i'm going back to closing the crate when i am asleep or not home. all of my other cats are young and spry and well able to take care of themselves, unlike my herschell was, but i am not going to risk that ever again.

i fucked up and my cat might have paid the price. or maybe not. either way, i still had to fish her decapitated, partially consumed remains out of my dog's crate... and apparently, being upset about that makes me irrational, offensive, and unreasonable. you know, because i have scraped decapitated, smeared human off of highways before. i should be immune or some shit.

how do i love that dog again?

[studiesoflily]

A lil what’s in my bag post! I pride myself on being very prepared, and this definitely shows that lol. My bag is the Herschel 30l backpack in ash pink, and I’m totally in love with it. I’ve only had it about a month, but it’s very durable and cute, and I’m obsessed with the color

ps: this was inspired by a similar post by @frenchiepal , go show their blog some love if you’re seeing this!

[colleenmurphy]

"Do you want some tea with honey?"

"No, I don't want any buggering tea, Colleen."

Came the snap that she'd been expecting, Cage was well...cagey for the lack of a better term as they were crammed into the bus. Their feet were freezing but their faces were roasting and the only hot water they had came form the electric kettle Helene had the good sense to send in Col's back up bag. A huge cookie and brownie bouquet were in the works for Ms. Starling indeed.

She had had a long night, they all had. She had been in charge of not only ensuring their rider had been set up properly ( it hadn't ) but also stitching Cage into the stage clothes she'd made by hand herself for him and ensuring his mic pack didn't budge. ( It had because he moved just as she was stuffing it into the pouch ) and she felt like she had a cold coming on. Being homesick on top of it all hadn't added to the lovey mood but Cage's snapping at her had set her off.

"PULL OVER!"

She barked, making Herschel their ancient bus driver startle and swerve for a moment before guiding their ancient bus to the left side of the shoulder. Wrenching Cage out of his seat with much protest from him and down the two steps out into the damp foggy night. They were in Eryri not too far from Col's Granny's place in Dyfi Hills.

"You've been in a shit mood all damn tour. Is it me? Have I done something so heinous to you that it's come down to you treating me like this?"

Cage stood there fumbling his hands stuffing his pockets.

"N..no I'm just tired."

"We all are, Cage. Get your head out of your arse and be thankful you've got a team working to keep you the green. This entitled rockstar shit doesn't last and you know it. Remember when you first started and how happy you were to be out here..doing...this? Living. Remember that."

Deep down in her gut Colleen knew Cage had lost sight of where he wanted to go. It wasn't about the music anymore for him, it's was just money.

"It's about the music."

He stuttered as he looked down at her Birkenstock covered feet. He noticed that she had on very warm looking handmade wool socks. She had dressed in earthy neutrals this evening, what she wore had been sturdy and homemade, probably back at the cottage land she shared with Nigel. Or rather, formerly shared with Nigel Craven. He'd heard around that she'd asked him to leave. He wondered how she was holding up. But he didn't dare ask because she'd say she was fine. Mary Colleen Sheehan was always fine even if she was on fire and falling apart.

"It's always been about the music. You just got a little lost."

Offering him her hand he allowed her to lead him back to the van with a small smile.

"Why didn't you punch him, love?"

Herschel enquired to her, his large watery blue eyes looking impossibly large and very owlish behind his spectacles.

"Because I plan on getting him smoked up on some gaid and we'll be good to go. Give a moment."

Cracking open one of the fiddly creaky windows with just enough grace about her to mutter an under breath curse as she pinched her fingers. Settling herself down into the seat and patting the squishy bit of cushion beside her, a beanbag she'd brought along just in case, and smiled opening her leather carry all tote. A certain smell that Cage would always associate with Col wafted towards him as he tried to watch her long nimble fingers grind and steadily pack a tiny bowl in her ceramic pipe. In this moment his friend and de facto manager looked like a forest gnome bundled against the chill and smoking her Gandalf pipe. Passing the pipe and a lighter to him she smiled.

"It'll help your appetite. I know you still get those spells of not wanting to eat."

A narrow glance at her through his dark fringe.

"Nigel told you."

"Yes he did but I'm also not blind you git. Out of practice are we? Put it in your mouth tilt the hot flame towards it and inhale small and slow."

She even mimed it for him with a tiny mirth filled smile. She and Nigel truly were his dearest friends. He missed Charlie Wilbury and he knows Colleen does. His Irish friend had been through hell and back and had come back home to her home country to spend time with her family. America hadn't felt like much of a home after she'd been put on lock down in the compound like house she and Charlie had owned.

'With every beat of my heart. But he'd want us to go on living.'

He heard her in his head as he snuck a look at her as he did as she instructed. The heady sweet heavy scent of brown sugar and burnt rope filled the bus and trailed out the window into the starry night. He watched her reach into her purse once more and pull out a flask.

"This is Minnie's cure all additive to your tea. Especially when it's cold."

Tipping a slug into the awaiting teacup she had perched form her last offer to him and held it out. Herschel had pulled the back onto the road after Maurice had gotten the thumbs up from Col.

"Trade you."

Something about the way that she smelled like lavender honey, cinnamon spice tea and weed made Cage drowsy. He detected a note of Temple Incense in there somewhere too, she always had the cones on her after Charlie passed. Holding out the bowl to her and taking the heavy handled brightly colored Polishware mug he took a sip. He watched as she took a dainty hit and held it before taking a sip of her own directly from the flask. He took a second and then a third sip as she exhaled a plume of smoke that sailed out over her left shoulder.

"God help those poor sheep."

She muttered as she crossed herself and as they shared a look they erupted into a fit of the giggles. Five minutes later Maurice and Colm got in on the fun and an acoustic was brought out. Herschel found himself being entertained all the way Bala. As he listed to Colleen sing along with Colm and Maurice he noticed her light come back. Here she was singing about the Calvary Cross and that bitch called a muse and the rigors of tour life with a smile on her face as if her world hadn't fallen apart just three years before.

This was exactly what Cage had forgotten about, simply living in the moment and being carried by the music.

[crawlingbetweenearthandheaven]

where do you shop?

hello!

mostly disturbia these days! also places like new balance for trainers and gym stuff, i also like vans clothes and levis. solovair for boots, herschel for bags. i get a lot from vinted actually. most of my outdoor gear is north face, walking boots tend to be scarpa

[adultswim2021]

Squidbillies #27: “The Good One” | March 3, 2008 - 12:00AM | S03E07

An okay Squidbillies. In this one, Lil has given birth to a litter of baby squids after having several men bust inside her. She’s a prostitute, you see. Early tries to dispose of them in the local lake, letting the audience quietly make the joke in their heads about how funny it is to “drown” squids. I have hazy memories of previous episodes making fun of this discrepancy; the fact that the Cuylers don’t live in water and can’t breathe in it or even swim. ANYWAY, They get busted by Sheriff, who takes them all home. There Early begins to be won-over by a particular squid, a rowdy boy who has knifed a few of his siblings to death. He steals Sheriff's service pistol and blows the top-half of Sheriff’s head off with it. It’s honestly a pretty satisfying moment as far as gratuitous violence goes. Good animation, funny and gruesome visuals.

This is Herschel, the titular “Good One”. The rest of the episode is about Early nurturing him in their shared rowdy boy ways. Early ignores Rusty, much to his dismay. Early gets some form of comeuppance when a father-son camping trip ends with Early left for dead after having his tentacles be run over by a train. The bittersweet ending has Early wondering what will become of young Herschel.

Nothing too spectacular here. There are, I guess, a few notable things about this episode. One is the scene where Rusty takes the baby squids to the movies and there’s an Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film For Theaters poster. The other thing is the opening of the episode has to do with Early getting a pair of Truck Nuts instead of paying to have his brakes fixed. The Truck Nuts fad was indeed becoming obnoxiously ever-present at this time. Wikipedia claims they were a thing since the 1980s? Huh! Anyway, he mentions the website chrometrucknuts.org which turns out goes to a real website. It’s mildly amusing, just like the episode it came from.

MAIL BAG

What's your favorite "hippie episode" of a sitcom? The South Park one? The King of the Hill one? The Simpsons one? The Family Guy one?

Oh my god, I can’t think of a particularly good one to be honest. I literally gave this one some thought, too. (Cartman voice) I hate hippies.

Would you describe yourself and your lifestyle as bohemian? It's just that some of your anecdotes about your life feel very bohemian/new bohemian. Hmm?

Maybe I should start. I tend to refer to it as “stubbornly non-functional”. I don’t know if I can claim bohemianism because I have a dumb job for dipshits and I follow their dress code and stuff. For more information on being a bohemian please consult this valuable text.

[90363462]

Shuckin’ and Jivin’: Herschel Walker’s Crossroads’ Dance Doesn’t Impress Krayzie Bone [Photos + Video]

Walker

November 20, 2022 12:35 PM PST

A clip of Herschel Walker dancing at a Georgia voter rally went viral. In the video, Walker is seen busting some questionable dance moves to Bone Thugs-N-Harmony’s 1995 hit, “Tha Crossroads.”

via: HipHopDX

In the clip, which popped up on Instagram on Friday (November 18), Walker can be seen attempting a few dance moves during a voter rally in Georgia. The first few notes of the 1995 Bone Thugs hit can be heard playing as Walker supporters clap in the background.Upon seeing the video, Krayzie Bone took to Twitter asking: “Yoooo what the hell is he doing?”

Herschel Walker’s dance moves inspired similar reactions from fans on Twitter, one of which inspired Krayzie Bone to double down on his disbelief. “I’m still tryna figure out was he trying to pop lock or something [shrug emoji] you can’t pop lock to cross roads man,” Krayzie tweeted.

Krayzie Bone has some questions about Herschel Walker's dance moves ??https://t.co/52WCdDJySrpic.twitter.com/2iyhBY2vQo — HipHopDX (@HipHopDX) November 19, 2022

Exactly lol. I’m still tryna figure out was he trying to pop lock or something ????? you can’t pop lock to cross roads man https://t.co/2B8kB85i6p — krayzie Bone (@iamKrayzieBone) November 19, 2022

If Krayzie Bone and his groupmates decide to pursue legal action, it would not be the first time in recent years — or even in the current election cycle — that artists chose that route to distance themselves from a candidate.Earlier this week, the estate of Isaac Hayes announcedthat it was looking into options to prevent Donald Trump from using the late soul legend’s work in any future appearances. This came after Trump used Sam & Dave’s classic, “Hold On I’m Coming” during an event at his Mar-A-Lago estate where he announced his intention to run for president again in 2024.“Stopping a politician from using your music is not always an easy task,” the Isaac Hayes estate shared via its official Twitter account, “but we are dedicated to making sure that Donald Trump does not continue to use ‘Hold on I’m Coming’ by written by Isaac Hayes an David Porter in further rallies and public appearances.”According to Vulture, this marks no less than 22 artists and estates which have taken such action against Trump, including Rihanna, Pharrell Williams and Prince’s estate.On Thursday (November 17), Arizona Republican Kari Lake was also hit with a cease & desist by the estate of Tom Petty after using his song “I Won’t Back Down” after it was announced that her opponent Katie Hobbs was projected to win the race to become Arizona’s governor.Herschel Walker is back on the campaign trail after both he and his opponent, Rev. Raphael Warnock failed to secure 50 percent of the votes to officially win the U.S. Senate seat currently held by Warnock.

The two are set to face each other for a second time during a run-off election set for December 6.

Check out more reactions to Hershel Walker’s Bone Thugs-N-Harmony dance moves below:

Mannnnnn I know this was not cleared at all big dawg ?? wth — Tufor Twenny (@Mista_Ace) November 18, 2022

Yoooo what the hell is he doing? https://t.co/PQIL618r0L — krayzie Bone (@iamKrayzieBone) November 18, 2022

Dude go get your lawyers and get this handled ASAP!!! — Mr Cocoa (@KingCam79) November 19, 2022

Please send cease and desist letter and collect your bag for him using without permission!!! — Donna One Voice?? (@broussardville) November 19, 2022

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The Essential Guide to Card Holder Wallets: Streamlining Your Essentials with Style

In today’s fast-paced world, the need for efficiency and simplicity is more important than ever. Enter the card holder wallet: a sleek, streamlined accessory designed to help you carry only what you need while maintaining a sense of style. Whether you're transitioning from a bulky wallet to a minimalist approach or simply seeking a more practical way to organize your essentials, a card holder wallet might be just what you’re looking for. Let’s dive into why these handy accessories are making waves and how to choose the right one for you.

Why Choose a Card Holder Wallet?

Card holder wallets are rapidly becoming a favorite for many reasons:

Minimalist Appeal: Their compact size encourages you to carry only the essentials, reducing clutter and bulk.

Lightweight Convenience: Perfect for those who dislike carrying a heavy wallet or those who prefer a streamlined look.

Enhanced Accessibility: With fewer compartments and a straightforward design, finding and accessing your cards is quick and easy.

Key Features to Consider

When choosing a card holder wallet, keep these important features in mind:

Material

Leather: Offers durability, a premium feel, and a classic look. Full-grain leather, in particular, is long-lasting and develops a unique patina over time.

Synthetic Fabrics: Materials like faux leather, nylon, or canvas are often more affordable and come in a variety of colors and patterns. They can also be easier to clean and maintain.

Card Capacity

Basic Holders: Designed for carrying just a few cards (typically 4-6) and possibly a bit of cash. Ideal for those who want to travel light.

Extended Capacity: Some card holders offer space for 8-12 cards or more. Look for designs that balance capacity with slimness to avoid unnecessary bulk.

RFID Protection

Security Feature: RFID-blocking technology helps safeguard your credit card information from electronic theft. If security is a concern, look for wallets with this feature.

Design and Aesthetics

Color and Pattern: From classic black and brown to vibrant hues and unique patterns, choose a design that matches your personal style.

Functional Additions: Some wallets come with extras like a money clip or a small slot for cash, which can add to their versatility.

Size and Portability

Compactness: Ensure the wallet fits comfortably in your pocket or bag without creating a bulge. A slim profile is ideal for easy portability.

Ease of Use: Look for wallets with card slots that make it easy to insert and remove cards without struggling.

Top Card Holder Wallets of 2024

To help you make an informed choice, here are some standout card holder wallets for 2024:

Bellroy Card Pocket

Features: Holds 8-10 cards, includes RFID protection, and features a slim, elegant design.

Why We Love It: Combines practicality with a sleek look, perfect for professionals and minimalists alike.

Herschel Supply Co. Roy Wallet

Features: Known for its durability and modern aesthetic, it includes multiple card slots and a classic canvas design.

Why We Love It: Offers a stylish yet functional design suitable for everyday use.

Travando Money Clip Wallet

Features: Incorporates a money clip along with card slots, RFID protection, and a slim profile.

Why We Love It: Ideal for those who want both card storage and cash management in one compact wallet.

Maintaining Your Card Holder Wallet

To keep your card holder wallet in top condition:

Leather Wallets: Clean with a damp cloth and use leather conditioner to maintain suppleness. Keep away from excess moisture and sunlight.

Synthetic Wallets: Wipe with a mild soap solution and avoid harsh chemicals to preserve the material’s integrity.

General Care: Store in a cool, dry place and avoid overloading to maintain its shape and functionality.

Conclusion

A card holder wallet is more than just a tool for carrying cards—it’s a stylish, practical solution for those who appreciate simplicity and efficiency. By considering factors like material, capacity, and design, you can find the perfect card holder to match your lifestyle and preferences. Whether you opt for a classic leather option or a modern synthetic design, the right card holder wallet will help you stay organized and look great. So, embrace the minimalist trend and upgrade to a card holder wallet that meets all your needs with elegance and ease.

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