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@laura-1234321
“I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that. But I would like to try.”
I don’t regret this
Best. Birthday. Ever.
This is kinda working on me. You’re weird. I’m aware.
get yourself a girl that’s as ride or die as dina
Way back home [Clem x Louis]
Did your mother sing that to you? Where is she now? Damn. Dead, huh? You see it happen? I shot her, before it could.. Damn, no wonder you’re a little serial killer in the making.
god I wish I was standing in the middle of my kitchen just before night turns into morning with the lights all out except a warm nightlight behind the sink, warm summer air drifting in through the cracked window, blowing the sheer curtains gently against the sill, and making goose flesh run across the back of my neck. van morrison singing from my phone on the counter, swaying in the arms of someone who loves me. Feeling their breath underneath me, holding their hand, smelling their skin, letting their chin rest against my ear.
God I wish I was there instead of wherever I am now.
can’t believe she’s leaving me now too😭
Little One
Title: Little One (a sequel to Positive or Negative)
Pairing: Clementine x Louis
Word Count: 5046
Summary: Nine months have gone by and Clementine can’t take being pregnant anymore, but labour seems so much worse than she originally thought.
A/N: This is going to remain a two-part series since I feel as though I covered the story I wanted to share. This is also dedicated to @goofy-gomez who left such kind words on the first part. I hope you enjoy this one too.
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The baby was one week late.
And what a fucking mess it was.
Clementine snapped at anyone who so much as coughed too loudly, Louis wasn’t cracking as many jokes, even Rosie seemed down in the dumps. She wouldn’t play catch with AJ anymore, letting the ball roll past her instead to the tall grass.
It was bad enough that the baby hadn’t been kicking at all the past two weeks. Clementine had gone into panic parent mode once again. Something she hoped to experience only once with AJ. It kept her awake at night and whatever sleep she got was plagued by disturbing dreams with enough detail to make her throw up.
Clementine slid her fingers over the engravings made in the wooden table, her eyes finding shapes amongst the pink clouds. Another nightmare had tormented her once again, it was like clockwork. “I hope you’re okay in there,” She slid her hand her little bump. Louis had tried multiple times to tell her that it wasn’t too small, that it was perfect.
Of course, he’d say that. He’s the bloody father.
“We’re all waiting for you to arrive, so please hurry. It’s getting uncomfortable.”
Clementine looked out at the rising sun and yawned. Sleep was hard to come by these days, even without the dreams her body is holding a little person. Leaving Louis in bed was the morning’s biggest challenge, given that his arm was always draped over her belly.
“Clem? What are you doing awake sugar?”
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Does anyone know the song used in the holby Christmas trailer?
I need it in my life
Extant S02E10
*When you find sleepy (but armed) JDM on your couch*
Awwww! Look at him! He’s too cute! Also, I may or may not have a one-shot imagine idea ‘bout a sleepy JDM that I’ve been working on since last night. :)
a slight return home, chapter 1
Title: A Slight Return Home Fandom: The Walking Dead Pairing: Rick x Michonne Rating: T Summary: Rick’s death shakes Michonne’s world to its core. With her daughter and her remaining family, she tries to navigate her changed life, and all the struggles and surprises that come with it. Canon-compliant, for now. Spoilers up to 9x06.
Author’s Note: Hi. I didn’t plan to/really want to write this, but it kept crawling around in my head and I had to get it out. I hope you like it!
The title comes from the song, “A Slight Return Home” by Woodpigeon.
Like the summary says, no spoilers if you’ve seen up to 9x06. This is all speculation/my imagination, and is canon-compliant, for now. There will be 2-3 more chapters of this, as long as I can concentrate enough to get it done.
Let me know what you think. And I hope you’re all doing okay.
xoxo, Rebekah
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After she realizes she’s pregnant, she cries for ten nights straight.
She almost screams. She’d just managed to turn her nightly cries into manageable, sporadic occurrences, and now they were back with a vengeance, over something that should make her happy. That should make them happy. But there is no them, anymore. The he isn’t here. And she’s not happy. Not about anything.
So she cries. She puts Judith to bed after explaining again why Daddy hasn’t been here to kiss her goodnight for such a long, long time, and then she goes into their room and she cries. She lays down on the bed, stretches her arm out into the empty space where he used to sleep, and she cries, cries, cries.
On the eleventh night, she cries for fifteen minutes before she decides that enough is enough.
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Judith Grimes in every episode - What Comes After
How is my baby girl, by the way? Got my eyes, doesn’t she? She hasn’t got your nose. Good thing she ain’t got my ears, man.
attractive person: looks don’t matter!
me, an ugly: *can’t make friends*, *can’t get into relationships*, *is second choice for everything*, *can’t get away with most outfits*, *can’t take pictures featuring myself*, *has severe trust issues over anyone seemingly liking me* ok
Why is this me? Did I write this?
sam’s funeral was shorter than connie’s hair