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CODY’S FIGHTING!!!

Why was his smack talk with Carmello so much better than his smack talk with AJ???

My mom told me she’s not watching Smackdown because the only three wrestlers she can name (Cody, Sami, and Jey) won’t be on.

#AJ just has no personality for me #he’s an okay wrestler but #kinda boring

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My mom told me she’s not watching Smackdown because the only three wrestlers she can name (Cody, Sami, and Jey) won’t be on.

#She defensively pointed out that she can also name Jimmy #but she’s still not watching

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Jensen is officially Russell Shaw. Older brother to Justin's character, Colter on "Tracker!"

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I fucking love Cody Rhodes’ little lisp; like sir…you look so tough and gorgeous and then you say France with your tongue against your upper teeth and it is so endearing.

#friday night smackdown #just thoughts i have watching WWE #I need a fanfic about the lisp #cody rhodes

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Down Bad is so x-files coded

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ts ttpd #x files

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Right?? I was so excited cause I rarely get comments on my Ao3 and then I opened it to see this. 😭😭

Me: wanting more comments on my fics.

Some random on Ao3: your writing is trash.

#they posted a second time #i guess they’re just spamming #I deleted the comment hahaha

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Me: wanting more comments on my fics.

Some random on Ao3: your writing is trash.

#brilliant

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This is a multi-fandom masterlist that’s part of my larger anthology series. None of these stories are connected (unless otherwise stated) but all of them are based on songs from Taylor Swift’s 11th studio album The Tortured Poets Department.

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← Midnights Masterlist | Bonus Track Masterlist →

Fornight ✰

The Tortured Poets Department ✰

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys ✰

Down Bad ✰

So Long, London ✰

But Daddy I Love Him ✰

Fresh Out the Slammer ✰

Florida!!! ✰

Guilty As Sin? ✰

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? ✰

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) ✰

loml ✰

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart ✰

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived ✰

The Alchemy ✰

Clara Bow ✰

The Black Dog ✰

imgonnagetyouback ✰

The Albatross ✰

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus ✰

How Did It End? ✰

So High School ✰

I Hate It Here ✰

thanK you aIMee ✰

I Look In People's Windows ✰

The Prophecy ✰

Cassandra ✰

Peter ✰

The Bolter ✰

Robin ✰

The Manuscript ✰

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Anyone else staying up to listen to/decode/obsess over The Tortured Poets Department???

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I, as an autistic person, should not have to do my taxes because it overloads my senses and give me a panic attack every single year and I hate it.

#I just wanna walk my dog #eat dinner #and watch RAW

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I just imagine nuzzling into rick grimes’ s neck after a long day and him just stroking my hair.

Birch - Rick Grimes

Summary: just some escapism featuring Rick being soft and dreamy.

A/N: Thanks for being so super patient. I know this was requested eons ago and I so apologize. Feels like life is knocking me around a lot lately and I haven't gotten to write like I want to.

TS Anthology Series | The Walking Dead Masterlist

✰ so I cannot leave, yes, I must here stay ✰

There was no sure way to determine exactly what hour of the day it was, probably mid-evening given the warmer temperature and the just setting sun. If daylights savings still existed and the sun was still setting at the time that it used to before the entire world fell apart then you had to wager a guess that it was sometime close to 7pm...maybe 7:30pm even. You had stayed on Eastern Standard Time, not that stuff like that even mattered anymore. Really the only thing you could be certain of was the ache in your joints and muscles and the fact that the sun was setting. Blue hour was upon you. 

Alexandria still felt relatively new, even after the few months that you'd been living inside the walls, but you had already gotten used to the possibility of a shower after a long day. It was impossible to tell accurate time and you made do waking up with the sun and trying your hardest to go to bed with it too, unless you found yourself the unlucky candidate for night watch. Tonight you had no responsibilities once you crossed the threshold into your house though, just a shower and food and sleep. You had planned it in that order but the moment you turned off the water and changed into clean clothes you were collapsing on the bed, your body sinking into the soft surface. You were halfway to being completely out of it when you felt the bed sink down behind you and you shifted onto your other side, coming face to face with Rick. 

"Well if this isn't the best sight in the world," you mumbled, moving in as close as possible, pressing a kiss on the underside of his chin.

"I asked Carl where you were when you weren't at dinner, he said you came up to shower."

"Hoping to catch me in a compromising position?" You teased though you were only half-aware of what you were even saying, still far too tired to be completely awake. 

"Oh most definitely," Rick laughed and you could feel the sensation of it. "You doing okay?"

"Just tired," you replied, nuzzling further into his neck, bread tickling your skin, as he ran a hand up and down your back soothingly. "You got stuff to do?"

Rick hummed in response. You couldn't see his face, but judging by the way that his hand had slowed its monotonous movements and his breathing was starting to even out you were certain that his eyes were closed and he was on the way to sleep. He mumbled something, too indiscernible in both your tired states for either of you to be confident in what it was.

"What?" You chanced asking, lifting your head just enough to see the underside of his chin, beard thick now that it had grown back in. 

"Got dinner," he managed, eyes still closed, "downstairs."

"We should get up then?" You asked, slowly coming back to the living.

He hummed again, shaking his head just slightly, enough to let you know that he disagreed with that suggestion. This was the first time in two days that he'd even managed to lie down in bed. Lately he'd been falling asleep sitting up on the couch and then staying up for watch or because Judith was restless or any number of other reasons that drew his attention away from the bed in the upstairs bedroom that the two of you shared. 

"Rick," you whispered, kissing his jawline as gently as possible, reluctant to really wake him unless he wanted to be woken up. 

"I'm getting up," he promised, though he made no move to actually get up. 

"I can see that."

"I am, just give me like, five more minutes of this," Rick replied. 

You tucked yourself back into his side, closing your eyes against the fading sunlight coming through the window. No doubt someone would be coming upstairs, knocking on the door and disturbing your peace soon; there was always something that someone needed Rick for. But at least for five minutes (or just right now) you could pretend like all that didn't exist and it was just the two of you. 

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes fic #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes blurb #the walking dead blurb #the walking dead imagine

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Oh my god I'm sorry to hear that. Sending all the good for you guys ❤️

thank you ❤️

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I'm really sorry. Sending love and condolences to you, your sister and their lived ones. I'm very sorry for your loss

Ah thank you. It’s just never easy news and I’ve just been having a lot of emotions about it lately.

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Rough day…just came home from a funeral for a friend of my sister’s.

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People used to comment on web comics.

People used to comment on fanfiction.

People used to comment on fanart.

People used to comment on OCs.

I hate "content" culture.

I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.

People used to be excited about the art that other people created.

People used to want to share that excitement with creators.

I hate this future.

#It sucks honestly cause when I was 15/16 I wrote the shittiest fanfics #and got comments all the time #and now I can actually write and…barely any #the comments I do get I cherish dearly but it’s once in a blue moon these days

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Update: he refused to go into the groomers…

I’m taking my dog for his grooming appointment and…it literally started downpour raining the moment we got in the car.

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I’m taking my dog for his grooming appointment and…it literally started downpour raining the moment we got in the car.

#I literally chose this day weeks ago because it is the only day that worked with my schedule