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i’ve moved!

after a year and a half on this blog i’ve decided to archive and start fresh. i’m going to be keeping all current threads, so don’t worry about that! please unfollow this blog and follow here.

please take the time to go through all of my new pages that i’ve been working on for a few weeks, as they have new and important information (especially my rules). thank you and i’ll see you guys there! <3

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i’ve moved!

after a year and a half on this blog i’ve decided to archive and start fresh. i’m going to be keeping all current threads, so don’t worry about that! please unfollow this blog and follow here.

please take the time to go through all of my new pages that i’ve been working on for a few weeks, as they have new and important information (especially my rules). thank you and i’ll see you guys there! <3

[missusgrimes-archive]

i’ve moved!

after a year and a half on this blog i’ve decided to archive and start fresh. i’m going to be keeping all current threads, so don’t worry about that! please unfollow this blog and follow here.

please take the time to go through all of my new pages that i’ve been working on for a few weeks, as they have new and important information (especially my rules). thank you and i’ll see you guys there! <3

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i’ve moved!

after a year and a half on this blog i’ve decided to archive and start fresh. i’m going to be keeping all current threads, so don’t worry about that! please unfollow this blog and follow here.

please take the time to go through all of my new pages that i’ve been working on for a few weeks, as they have new and important information (especially my rules). thank you and i’ll see you guys there! <3

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guys i’m so sorry for the spotty activity here, all week i’ve been working on my theme, pages, and icons for my revamped blog (coming v soon!) but i’m still slowly making progress on replies!

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don’t tell me mckenna grace wouldn’t be the perfect judith

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The Walking Dead | 8x08 How It’s Gotta Be

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ana: it’s daryl’s 49th birthday

me: is he really that old in the anime?

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You are my person. You will always be my person.

Grey’s Anatomy (via ummpleasee)

[beaniesandmachetes-arc]

HOLY BEANIE IN A PILE OF PUPPIES. It’s been OVER 10 years since I’ve created Jake, all as a joke honestly, and over 4 years since I brought him to tumblr. I’ve had many ups and downs on this account. Some mistakes have followed me and I’ve made great friends who LOVE Jake just as much as I do!  With everything I felt like I needed a fresh start on a new blog AND a pen name. I’ve shed my other name to start fresh on a new blog. Monroe is how I’m moving forward with this fresh start, but you can call me whatever you are most comfortable with honestly. In the 4 years I’ve had Jacoby on this website I’ve not moved him until now and I feel like I’ve shed a weight that I didn’t quite know was there and I appreciate EVERYONE that has followed through with me. New or old followers have taken an interest and KEPT it to see what I do and how I develop this son of mine and I can’t tell you just how grateful for every single one of you. Most of you don’t see Jake as a Sam 2.0 or can at least see past his FC to truly see him for who he is and that means more to me than anything. 

With that said. I just want to do a small shout out to a few that have made my time with Jake so fantastic. And those that I just want to recognize cause I admire them or they’ve followed me for so long! It’s only been a few days and a lot of you have followed me over. I just love you all so much.

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( carl. )

        carl watched in agony as his mother cried, witnessed what he knew she so DESPISED him seeing. he knew that she wanted to be strong for him – had ALWAYS been strong for him. even back when they went to visit rick at the hospital, she had maintained composure, held it together for her young son. 

        he had the strong desire to reach out and hold her shoulder, to stroke her back as she wept, but he knew that she would swat him away again – she HATED appearing weak. but carl knew that lori was not weak – she was the opposite. she had held it together for so long, kept this information hidden. had carl been younger when he discovered her secret, he would have likely lashed out, screamed at her, said things he would regret in the future, have WOUNDED their relationship. but he was older now, wiser, and he knew that lashing out would do nothing but tear their family apart – they needed to be CLOSE, confide in one another, now more than ever. 

        wide-eyed, carl nodded in understanding. he knew that she had the best of intentions for him, she always had. even the end of the world could not change that. she had been desperate … wanted to keep carl safe, and he knew that. shane had been there when rick was not, and for that, the boy had a place in his heart for the man who had since passed. he tried not to think about it, how he had been the one to ultimately put him down, but it haunted him, which was why he was thinking about shane in the first place earlier that day. 

        carl swallowed hard, trying to choose his response carefully. however, only one painful thought ailed him: did rick know about this ? ❛ does … does dad know ? ❜

She’d explained herself, and now there was nothing much left to say. Carl had seen her breakdown, he knew the whole truth...now all that Lori could do was not make things any worse. She put her whole attention into collecting herself; after enduring a few more uncontrollable sobs, she tried to focus on breathing, and not the current moment (which would only make her cry more). Lori briefly wiped her damp cheeks with a her knuckles, though it didn’t make her face any less red, her eyes any less swollen.

Carl’s eyes were fixed on her, she could practically feel his gaze, and it took everything not to start wondering, all over again, what he must have been thinking in that moment. But he gave her a short glimpse into his mind when he spoke up again, hesitantly, asking whether Rick knew about all of this. Did Carl believe Lori had been lying to her own husband this entire time, too? No, no, she had to stop thinking like that if she was ever going to pull herself together.

Lori raised her head to meet the boy’s nervous blue eyes, her fingers sliding down to her chin. “...Yeah. He – he knows.” Of course Carl would feel protective over his father if he thought Rick was uninformed of this secret, but Lori needed to assure him that that was not at all the case. “He knew s-since he found us,” she added, voice wavering, not wanting Carl to think this was still a fresh wound between his parents. An ugly scar, sure, but one that’s at least been healed over. Rick had forgiven her, which Lori didn’t deserve. And it was unfair to expect the same from her son.

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( rick. )

                “I sent Daryl back to his tent.” The archer was keeping watch, keeping the makeshift camp safe until the sun rose and everyone picked their stuff up to keep on moving. Their destination still unclear. Rick kept to himself the brief exchange of words between the two men, where Daryl unsuccessfully insisted the leader needed more than just two hours of sleep every night or it would backfire on the entire group. “I couldn’t go back to sleep anyways.” 

                There were too many things troubling his mind. The grief that overcame after Carl’s death was simply one of them. Winter was around the corner, shortening time of daylight and bringing a cold threat upon them. The group needed food, warmth and shelter. A safe place where they could survive, at least until Lori had the baby and where she could gather the strength to keep on pushing forward.

                But there was something else that itched at the back of Rick’s mind. The thought of his son laying alone in his grave, away from everyone who ever cared for him, was becoming a pain too strong to ignore. The leader felt more and more tempted to simple GO BACK. To leave hopes and dreams behind and make his way to the farm. Maybe the hoard was gone. Maybe there was some structure worth rebuilding after everything was over. And maybe he could protect his boy’s remains now, even when he had failed to protect him while he was still alive.

                Hesitant fingers grazed Lori’s cold hand, unsure about his next words. “Sometimes…” he began slowly, bringing his voice to a shy whisper. “Sometimes I just want to go back. To be with him.” The rational part of his mind kept telling him it wasn’t an option. Going back to Hershel’s farm meant certain death. “But I have to believe there’s somewhere SAFE else out there. Somewhere where we can SURVIVE. I HAVE to, Lori. For you, for the baby.”

She gave a nod as Rick answered her question, a wordless understanding between the two of them as to why he wasn’t sleeping well, for it was the same reason Lori wasn’t. Several silent moments passed by, both of them staring at the murky pond before them. Rick was deep in thought; she could see it in his posture, hear it in his breath. 

It was when Lori removed her frigid hands from her pockets to brush back flyaway hairs that her husband reached out toward her fingers, shyly brushing over her hand. Gestures of intimacy were few and far between lately, yet even the smallest effort made an impact on Lori’s numbed heart. She allowed his calloused hand to envelop hers, immediately feeling his warmth (and comfort) radiate through her fingers. Why were his hands always warmer than hers?

Rick’s next words, his thoughts, were not foreign to Lori. She’d labeled Hershel’s farm with a big star on an old crumpled map of Georgia she’d found (and kept from the others; the group had enough maps to go around, and she needed her own). Everywhere they went that gave her some sort of reference point or landmark, Lori would add a dot to the map. She needed to know where their son was in relation to them at all times. Rick had convinced her of the impracticality of staying at the farm when he pried her away, but it was a small comfort to know that the possibility was there – Lori always knew the way.

There was something reassuring in knowing that Rick had shared those sentiments, even if her heart ached for him. “We’ll go back,” she replied quietly, eyes still fixed on the water. “Maybe not...anytime soon, but we will. We’ll visit him.” It wasn’t so irrational to think that, eventually, the farm would clear out. The few walkers that remained would be manageable, right? They could repair any damages to the farmhouse, too, maybe build a sturdy fence...the baby could play out in the field...

Lori feared that being so far apart from her son was only the first step in something greater. There was now physical distance between them, so when would distance of every other kind begin to creep in? “On the farm, there were a few seconds every morning I forgot he was gone.”  That was just the first step. When would she stop dreaming of him, thinking of him? When would she begin to forget what his voice sounded like, what he smelled like, the way he laughed?  When would he start to slip away? 

“Now, I wake up and I know. Like my mind’s moved on without me.” Her throat tightened and she hoped she wasn’t about to cry. Lori finally turned her head to look at him with fearful eyes. “I don’t wanna move on. I don’t wanna start...forgetting.” They’d already left Carl behind; she couldn’t leave her memories of him behind, too.

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guys i’m so sorry for the spotty activity here, all week i’ve been working on my theme, pages, and icons for my revamped blog (coming v soon!) but i’m still slowly making progress on replies!

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( carl. )

Although Carl hadn’t known if he’d return from the Saviors base or not, one of the things that hadn’t crossed his mind was how mad his parents would be. Lori had always been the overprotective one, and even though he wasn’t a kid anymore, he was still her son and he couldn’t blame her for blowing up on him.

“Of course I knew. I knew there was a chance it’d be a one-way trip, but…I was ready to accept that,” Carl answered, his brows pulling together in a soft frown and a sigh following. “Nobody else was doing anything to stop it. They were all just doing whatever Negan wanted them to do. We collect supplies just to give it all up, and for what? For more broken promises?” He didn’t trust Negan, no matter how much he claimed he was a man of his word. They’d made a deal earlier on, only to result in the saviors taking a lot more than half of their medical supplies. It was yet another strike against Negan.

“I know you’re mad, and I’m sorry I scared you. But I’m not sorry for trying.” It was more than anyone else seemed to be doing. Surely the other Alexandrian’s had to be tired of it too, though. He could see it on their faces. The fear, the misery, the stress. He just wanted everyone to be okay again, and for Negan to pay for his actions.

“A one-way trip,” Lori repeated breathlessly in disbelief, placing down a hand on the kitchen counter to steady her emotions. “Do you hear yourself?” She couldn’t even begin to understand Carl’s reasoning. What did he think he would accomplish, barging into the Savior’s compound alone and with no semblance of a plan? Did he want to be a martyr?

That was what frightened Lori most of all; his apparent indifference to dying.

“Nobody? Nobody?! Your father was out there risking his life, working himself half-to-death to find supplies so that no one else has to die!” she practically spat. Lori couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken this severe of a tone with her son, but he deserved every bit of it. And it was clear to everyone now that Rick’s approach to the Saviors wasn’t sustainable, but before waging a war they had to have at least tried another way. “So you thought getting yourself killed was gonna be more helpful?”

She put another hand down and pushed against the counter top as Carl apologized (for the least of his sins), hands trembling with fury. He had a hell of a lot of nerve. “No, not scared, Carl. I was petrified.” Carl could never know what he put her through until he had children of his own. But this wasn’t about her; it was about him. His apology was in regards to the absolute last of her worries, anyhow. “For all I know, you were dead. Which would’ve been okay with you, right?” That was what Lori kept coming back to; it made the least sense and scared her the most.

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                             her  bones  will  ache  with  tales  of  battle  &  tragedy;                               her  heart  will  soar  with  tales  of  resilience  &  strength.                                est.  october  ‘16.    /    prev.  faithbuilt  and  leaderist.

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all of it - it’s scarier than i thought it’d be, but we’re doing it. we have to. sasha was first, and now there’s been more. the sacrifices are real. we need to make it right for them. the rest of the plan is still a go. we’re moving on to the next step. i’m headed there now. the sanctuary’s still surrounded. they’re trapped, cut off from their supplies. every hour that goes by, we’re making them weaker. the lookouts are all around the compound – they open a door, we fire. but if they open a door, it seems like they’d have bigger problems. we meet at the sanctuary in two days to end this, to win it all. it’s not like we haven’t fought before. we fought every step of the way to this place, to this moment – the path has led us here, to who we are, to each other, to now. and we’re so close. this can be our LAST FIGHT. ©

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( carl. )

        carl’s big blue eyes, bleary from sleep, blinked up at lori as he listened to her explanation. ‘ surgeries can take a long time, ’ she said, and he began to understand just how LONG they could be waiting there for rick to emerge through the double doors. that is how he had pictured it, rick would walk through with a SMILE upon his face and reunite with his family. but now carl was DOUBTFUL of that ever happening. 

        he began tracing circular the pattern of the couch with his index finger, looping around the shapes and noting each color to keep himself occupied ( and to absentmindedly keep his thoughts away from the situation at hand ). it was after a few minutes of doing this that a doctor emerged and carl suddenly sat up straight, eyeing his mother. he nodded in compliance with lori’s words, settling back against the couch cushion with a sigh and watching as she conversed with the doctor. trying to listen, he leaned forward a bit, but he could not quite make out what they were saying. so he simply waited for lori to return to her seat beside him, taking a magazine from the side table. he flipped through it nonchalantly, looking at the pictures of ladies makeup and dresses and whatnot in attempts to distract himself. he found this to be exceedingly boring, so he laid it back down on the table and leaned over, closing his eyes to try to fall asleep again.

Lori pressed a hand over her mouth at the doctor’s response, her other hand moving autonomously to rest over her collarbone. The relief hit her so hard and so fast that all the other words that the doctor was saying came to her in fragmented pieces. Rick was alive – he’d made it this far, through the worst part. He was going to be okay, she knew it.

“Th-thank you,” she uttered, feeling a rush of gratitude for the tired man before her. He had said something about Rick being in recovery, so when did they get to see him? Lori was about to ask when the doctor began again, his small smile fading into a more grim expression. There’s one more thing, he told her. Her heart skipped a beat. She picked up the words that followed flawlessly, her senses suddenly heightening with fear: At the moment, he appears to be in a comatose state.

“What?” So this was the catch; Rick, was alive, sure, but he wasn’t really living – not yet, anyway. But how long would it be until he awoke? How long would Lori and Carl have to wait to hear his voice again? A coma...Lori didn’t know much about them outside of what she saw on TV, but she knew they were serious. They could cause brain damage, they could last for years. And some people never woke up. “He’s – a coma? When will he wake up? Is-is this common? Will he be okay?”

The doctor tried his best to address her questions, admitting that it was rare, yes, but not an anomaly, that Rick would probably wake up in a matter of days or weeks (days, Lori could deal with days), and while he would bet that her husband would be alright in time, there was no way to know for certain. Lori nodded, a lump growing in her throat as she tried her best to absorb everything else the doctor told her. He needed to get back, he said, so they parted ways with the promise of more information later and the opportunity for visitation coming soon. 

Lori could feel all the eyes in the room on her. She turned, doing everything to keep herself together, and began to walk back to where Carl sat sleepily on the couch when Shane stood and approached her. There were tears in his eyes. “He’s alive,” she whispered, “but he’s...he’s in a coma.” Her voice broke on the last word. Shane, his expression an odd mix of joy and deep consternation, pulled her into a hug, which she badly needed. Lori gave a him a short nod, indicating her appreciation, and left him to spread the news to the other fearful officers that remained.

This was the hard part. She turned and approached her son, who must’ve been petrified at that moment. Lori gave him a feeble attempt at a smile and joined him once again on the couch, taking his freckled hands in hers. “Baby,” she began, “the doctor just gave me an update on Dad. He’s alive. He’s – he’s in recovery right now, they just finished up with the surgery. He’s okay.” Oh, how badly Lori wanted to end the conversation there, to continue to reassure her son that there was no bad news to counter the good. But Carl would have to find out at some point, and more importantly he deserved to know the full truth about what was happening with his father.

“But, um...” Lori shifted in her seat, working up the strength to put a damper on her son’s relief. “He’s...he’s in a coma, sweetie. You’ve seen those on TV and in movies, right? Well, it’s different in real life, but...it-it might be awhile until he wakes up.” She bit down hard on her bottom lip, fearing his reaction.

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