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4.15 x 1.05

< I will argue with your granny that this is where he fell for her btw >

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you'll forever be a cringey immature straight girl no matter if you call yourself a he or a xim or a identify as a table leg, no matter how many bone-eroding cross-sex hormones you take or whether you amputate or boobs or not. biologicallly you will always be a female heterosexual since that's what you were born as. neuroscience proves that heteros aka opposite-sex attracted people have distinct brain phenotypes from gay people, regardless of if they identify as trans or not. heterosexual aka male-attracted 'transmen' have the same brain chemistry as any normie het woman, proving both that sexuality is only determined by sex and that transness isn't innate the way homosexuality is. you can larp as whatever, call neuroscience and basic knowledge on sexuality 'stinky doo doo opinions' like a petulant child who just realized santa isn't real. the only thing you're doing is embarrassing yourselves in front of anyone with the slightest cerebral functionality because you're mad we're calling out your gay-fetishizing homophobic anti-scientific bs for what it is unlike the tras who pretend to see you as 'gay' 'men' because they feel sorry for your mentally ill ass and your internalized misogyny. sure you het women will never be in an equal relationship with a male because straight men see you as throwaway sex toys and free domestic servants but this isn't an excuse for you to fetishize gay men and pretend to be them, certainly not an excuse to expect them to go along with the charade and put up with you het weirdos preying on them. het males aren't dumb when it comes to manipulating women for easy p*ssy which is why they're already on grindr with your het ass, pretending to be QWeEr and non-binary to get that mentally ill gullible cooch. no actual gay male will look at you and have any other emotion aside from anger and pitiful laughter. even if you 'pass' completely, they'll be disgusted after learning you have female genitalia and lose any attraction they may have had because het sex is abnormal and undesirable to gay people, not falling for and not wanting to fuck the opposite sex is the literal essence of our sexuality which you are diametrically opposed to. you'll just rub your nub away to yaoi like any other fujo who is either an ugly woman or understandably disillusioned with men but the only outcome is that you'll be a bitter p0rn sick lonely coomer just like those crusty basement-dwelling straight men who can't get laid. the worst part is that nearly any het woman like you can get laid, that's no achievement, het men will even pretend to be bi or gay to use you as a fleshlight but no gay male will ever want your musty homophobic vag, they want none at all and deep down you know it. that you'll never be loved and wanted by a gay man, that you'll never be seen as gay or male by anyone. you'll never know the ultimate compatibility and sublime equality that only exists in same-sex love. and now that you've ruined your straight woman privilege, only the most abusive and weird straight men will go after you, whose only purpose is to take advantage of you. what a sad existence, foaming at the mouth at gay people for standing up for ourselves when you fake progressive breeders try to brainwash your fellow homophobes into your heteronormative bioessentialist homophobia, insisting gay people could be bisexually attracted as long as you wear 'boy clothes' and cut your hair off. congrats on alienating the very people you pretend to be, most of us were 'trans allies' just a few years ago before you went full crackhead and started pretending sexuality is based on a made-up gender not biological sex. enjoy withering away in your early menopause knowing no gay person will ever love or desire you, knowing you'll never be us and should be grateful since you couldn’t stand a day of real oppression. choke on as much d*ck as you'd like, it only proves what a wanton female hetero you are and that straight males would stick their d*ck in anyone female

too long didn’t read, i have a girlfriend, i am a woman (sometimes), checkmate fuckwad

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I'm starting to write again!!!! Get excited y'all because I've got angst!! Honestly, I'm just testing out this writing style so lmk if you like this one :)

Gender Neutral Y/N / Angst galore / Rick gets hurt what else is new /

"Rick? Honey, what happened?" I asked, dropping my wine glass on the ground, rushing to wrap an arm around Rick’s trembling body, struggling to support his weight as we moved toward the house. Even with my support, Rick collapsed onto the porch floor. "Daryl! Glenn!" I screamed, my voice shaking as blood pulsed from Rick’s side in steady, alarming bursts. Daryl ran over in an instant, his steps heavy and urgent as he rushed over, lifting Rick like he weighed nothing. I held onto Rick’s limp body with one hand, the other trembling as it clung to the porch railing. Every second felt like an eternity, a cruel countdown as his blood soaked my fingers.

"Wha’ happened to him?" Daryl asked once Rick was settled on the couch. Rick drifted in and out of consciousness, his face pale, as I gently brushed his hair back.

"I don’t know... I just saw him limping toward the house. I was having a drink, and then…" I trailed off, tears blurring my vision as I watched Daryl carefully clean the wound. "Is he…?"

"Nah, he’s tough. He’ll pull through," Daryl assured me, his voice steady. “I’ll get Hershel to come check him." He gave me a worried look. "You a’right? Need anythin’?"

I shook my head, resting it gently on Rick’s chest, listening to the faint but reassuring beat of his heart. A few moments later, Daryl returned with Hershel, Maggie, and Glenn, their arms full of medical supplies, ready to help.

As Hershel sat beside Rick, he took a steadying breath before examining the wound, his experienced hands moving carefully. The rest of us watched in tense silence, barely breathing as we waited for some kind of reassurance.

"Looks like he took a deep stab to the side, just missed the vital organs." He cleaned the wound carefully, assessing the damage. "We need to stop the bleeding and stitch the wound." Hershel looked up at Glenn and Daryl. “We need to move him to a flat surface, Maggie, clear the dining room table. Glenn, Daryl, can you carry him?” Daryl nodded at Glenn, each grabbing Rick from opposite ends and carrying him to the table. I followed as the rest of the group moved into the dining room, leaning against the far wall as they all worked to help Rick.

Maggie passed Hershel a bundle of gauze, and he pressed it firmly to Rick’s side. Meanwhile, Glenn hovered nearby, handing over supplies and glancing nervously between Rick and the rest of us.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Rick’s face. He looked so different – so vulnerable. His breaths were shallow, each one a slight rasp.Watching him like this, drenched in blood and fading in and out of consciousness, wasn’t new to me, but it still filled me with anxious fear every time. As I squeezed his hand, I could feel the damp warmth of his blood on my fingers, but I didn’t let go. “I’m here, Rick. Stay with me honey…”

"He’ll be alright," Hershel assured me, catching my worried expression. "We’ve got him now."

Daryl placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, grounding me in the moment. Daryl led me out of the room, sitting next to me on the couch. “He’ll be a’right. Ain’t nobody better than Hershel, y’know that.” Daryl’s hand was firm on my shoulder as he pulled me into a comforting embrace, his steady presence anchoring me as a sob tore through me.

As Hershel continued his work, the room filled with a quiet, tense determination. Maggie and Glenn stayed close, ready to help, and Daryl kept a watchful eye on me, making sure I was alright.

The night outside was thick with silence, a heavy stillness broken only by the soft rustle of leaves as they fell to the ground. In the streets of Alexandria, the distant shuffle of footsteps echoed like a quiet promise, a subtle yet comforting reminder that, for now, we were safe from any further harm. The minutes stretched on as Hershel carefully stitched the wound, the needle biting through skin with a steady rhythm. Each tug of thread felt like an eternity, but his hands never faltered.

After what felt like hours, Hershel finally finished. He sat back in the nearest chair, wiping his brow. As soon as Hershel was finished, I rushed to Rick’s side, holding his blood-soaked hand in mine. Hershel placed a comforting hand on my shoulder before speaking softly. "Now he just needs rest, and lots of it."

Relief washed over me, mingling with the exhaustion that had settled into my body. I rested my head gently on Rick's shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, steady now.

"Thank you, Hershel," I whispered, my voice thick with gratitude.

"We’re family. We look out for each other," Hershel replied quietly, looking down at me with worry in his eyes.

As the others began to clear away the supplies, I stayed close, watching over Rick, listening to the quiet rhythm of his breathing, a precious reminder that he was still here with us.

“Do you want us to stay?” Maggie asked, kneeling next to me. I shook my head, wiping a tear away from my cheek. “Glenn and I are next door if you need us, and Dad is right down the road. Don’t hesitate, okay?” I nodded, quickly hugging Maggie as the others started to leave. 

“Thank you, for everything. I don’t know what I would have done if…” I trailed off, tears streaming down my face.

“Hey, don’t you start thinking like that. He’s safe. He’s home. By the looks of it, he should be up and walking within the next few days.” I nodded, resting my head on Maggie’s shoulder. “Let me know when he wakes up and I’ll come check on him, alright? Try and get some rest, please?” I nodded, a tear falling down my face. Maggie stood, her hand lingering on my shoulder for a moment before she left.

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hey guys i’m back (i think) i’ve been going through some good and bad shit but i’m okay! i’m gonna try to be more active from here on, I missed everyone!!

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Castiel: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that sounds nice. But apparently, if I invite you to a cabin in the woods, that means you're going to die

Dean: My favourite is explaining the difference between a butt dial and a booty call

Sam: It's called connotations

Gabriel: What about, "forgive me father, I have sinned" and "sorry daddy, I've been naughty"

Sam: Great news! Language has now been banned!

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When god closes a door I shove my sword through the gap at the bottom and swipe at his ankles

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN The Resident (2011) dir. Antti Jokinen

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homelander when sage speaks

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WAKE UP BUTCHLANDER NATION!!!!!! NEW DOMESTIC PICS JUST DROPPED 🔥🔥😔✊✊🫡🫡🙏‼️‼️

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I'm literally going to violently masturbate explode

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hate whenever mfs in horror media are like “what was that noise…” bro you and i both know its creatures

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Would you write dominant reader x Negan? Sorry if that's weird, I don't really talk about this stuff often.

YES, I'm gonna dom negan so hard rn you have no idea babes

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Would you write for the walking dead. I don't really care about lore or character accuracy since i don't know much about the show.

YES!! Please send me requests for twd I am feral for every man and woman on that show (i’m only on season 7 tho sorry babes)

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Are you comfortable writing character x reader stuff? Or do you just write character x character content? Would you write crossovers?

I’d totally write for reader! And it kind of depends on the characters for crossovers ig?? but i’m totally willing to try!

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THAT LAST LINE IM GONNA LOSE IT UFFNDJVSFJOVNISFVUIWFU9VNWFIUVNEF9UVNU9FEVU9N

Best Friend! Noah thoughts

SFW + NSFW under the cut

◦going through a rough breakup right when you meet Noah. So you become fast friends (just friends!!)

◦moving in with the guys when they have a spare room and your lease is up

◦getting really close to Noah during this time because you literally share a wall and a bathroom

◦always roughhousing with each other, snapping tea towels against each other as a sneak attack, watching horrible anime highlight compilations, professional (not) master chef competitions with everyone in the kitchen (the judging is biased, why do you never have a third party there to judge)

◦ very loud “the panic attack can’t get me if I can’t hear the panic attack” parties (aka blaring music through the house when you need to decompress)

◦pretending to be old people and yelling “huh” at each other all the time as a joke (starts after Noah walks around with the old man prosthetics for the Just Pretend MV)

◦sleeping in each others beds for funsies (as friends), draped all over each other, “you’re on my side of the bed” “this is MY bed????”

◦finding his lyrics on pieces of scrap paper everywhere, finishing them for him (very rarely seriously, only a handful of times did the lyrics make sense and actually make it into the songs)

◦big comfy couch movie marathons (Noah is very proud of his comfy couch)

◦maybe roughhousing a little too much one day while watching movies with the guys

◦grabs you and pulls you down

◦you land in his lap

◦him being semi hard and you landing right on top??

◦the way things would change right in this moment

◦there has never been more than a fleeting thought of anything more than friends until this exact second

◦getting very flustered and slightly embarrassed. Almost acting like kids getting caught doing something they weren’t supposed to. Moving to sit beside him, hands in you lap while you try to finish the movie

◦brain is going 3k miles a minute

◦why did it never occur to you that not only was Noah a guy, but he was a guy with a dick. A CUTE guy with a dick

◦the tension is navigable right after, but the touching stops. There’s no grabbing, or long hugs when you come home from work

◦very long, lingering glances at each other. Both of you think that the other isn’t interested in their thoughts, but you both are having the literal same thoughts

◦starting to date again around this time, Noah lost count of the times you showed up on his dating apps, all the times he wanted to swipe yes (as a friend though?)

◦watching you get all dressed up for dates, spending so much time on yourself for guys he knew weren’t worth it (he’s worth it though, isn’t he?)

◦going out to stores with you, grocery shopping with you, clothes shopping with you. He likes to pick out cute outfits for you (he hates that they’re for your dates. But how would your date like to know that he’s picking out things he likes to see you in)

◦coming home from a shitty third date, finding out the guy was still married (and living with the ex-wife) and not planning on officially divorcing or moving out unless he finds a girl with a place

◦being so frustrated that you’re kicking your shoes around the entry way, grumbling when the guys ask if you’re okay

◦walking up to your room but going into Noah’s instead (you don’t know why) but you climb right onto his lap, straddling him on his gaming chair while he mixes a new song.

◦him being a little surprised, you haven’t done this since before he pulled you onto him weeks ago.

◦him wrapping his arms around you in a tight compression hug. Completely melting against him, face in his neck, arms around his shoulders and holding tightly.

◦you’re kissing his neck

◦why are you kissing his neck??

◦Noah moving his head to give you a better angle at him, his eyes rolling back when you get to his ear.

◦”Noah” you whisper, kissing every so gently, biting a little piece of his neck.

◦”do whatever you want” he responds, hands going down to hold your hips. “I need you to do whatever you want to me.”

◦that’s how you end up riding him the first time. Bouncing on your best friends cock like it’s your lifeline.

◦cumming around him so tightly that he can’t breathe

◦this is what best friends do right?

◦the tension in the house dissipating the moment he cums all over your dress, everyone in the house being able to take a deep breath for the first time in weeks

◦fucking Noah everywhere in both of your rooms.

◦sitting on his face in the living room when no one is home and you’re waiting for pizza to be delivered

◦trying to navigate the jealousy that rises between the two of you when neither of you delete the dating apps, still going out actively on dates

◦having cute dates with someone and coming home just to immediately get your knees pressed against your chest, laying on your back, and getting railed so hard by Noah you’re literally fucking stupid by the end

◦”how was the date baby.” He teases, cumming all over the dress you’re wearing

◦too dumb to remember you were on a date. Too lost to remember what the guys name was. Noah is the only thought in your head

◦”did he like your dress?” “Mmm” “wonder how much he’d like it with my cum all over it”

◦the guys don’t know if they prefer the sexual tension between you two, or whatever the fuck is happening now

◦resuming just friends things, being back to the way you were (but with jealousy and being naked half the time)

◦bringing a guy over to meet your roomies (and Noah). Introducing Noah as your best friend

◦when the date leaves, Noah grabbing your chin and pulling his cock out. “Gonna fuck that word friend out of you. We’re not fucking friends.”

Tagging:

@bluestdai

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Smiley Noah

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AHHHHHHHHHHHH i need him to choke me out so bad