#alphaxgrimes

[watchyermouthsunshine-blog]

fcrsurvival, kiidstuff, alphaxgrimes (sends u the cute family's urls)

send me urls for positivitystatus: ALWAYS ACCEPTING i will always wax poetic and gush about people. always.

@fcrsurvival: FAUN IS LIKE. if you took two of the cutest things you could think of (say, a deer and a wig) and blended them up and then spilled the talent box, you might actually come close to what faun is. Not only is faun one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, they consistently blow me away with their talent. They are so super supportive, and I love getting to chit chat with them every day. someday, i’m going to meet them in person, and the only thing I’m going to say is “faun what the fuck.”

@kiidstuff: Ass is the sweetest, cutest, most supportive person i’ve ever met. I have vented and dumped on him like ten times now and every time he’s always like “you is smart, you is kind, you is important.” Add to that the phenomenal talent that they have, plus the time and effort they put into Carl and Carly (screams about Carly), and i could probably talk about ass for another 354 years. I like getting to talk to Ass on the daily. Someday, I’m going to meet him in person, and i’m gonna shrink him down and put him in my pocket.

@alphaxgrimes: BaeRick is just pretty freakin’ awesome. Their writing is always and forever on point, and, as the theme of this post is becoming, they’re so so so so supportive. I could talk to BaeRick about poly-love all fuckin’ day and still have things to say; genuinely a good human with important things to say and contribute, even if most of their interest lies in needs ending with -cest.

@sam-wayward-winchester: because what would a positivity post about the family be if you weren’t in it? jk you’re a fatty fatty no friends and you watch red lobster videos all the time. ilu.

[watchyermouthsunshine-blog]

@alphaxgrimes

#his beard is AMAZING I;LL HAVE YOU KNOW

-disgruntled Daryl noises-

[sonuva--bitch]

@alphaxgrimes

             ❝ I'm past the checkpoint,                    but there's no sign of Rick. ❞    

Dean informs his walkie-talkie in an urgent tone, and is assured by those on the other line that he should just keep driving. You'll find him. He's out there. He's gotta be. Dean believes them - but he's been driving for ten minutes now, and he's getting antsy. A lot can happen in ten minutes.

Dean drives fast & recklessly. The fuel gauge is hovering dangerously close to e m p t y, and he knows working the car this hard isn't doing anything but eating that gas up faster, but he cannot slow down. He knows the consequences of getting there too late.

As he gets further down the road, the amount of walkers staggering out of the woods becomes more & more alarming. He'd been down to the quarry with Rick & the others on the days they'd gone to plan and plot, but it's like he hadn't quite realized just how many of them there were until they were all lined up on the road behind them. He could've sworn the herd led on for miles, and so he knows that what he's seeing now is barely a chunk of what's still left out on the road - but if even this many were to come knocking at Alexandria's golden gates, they'd have a major problem on their hands.

But Dean doesn't dwell on that. As far as he's concerned, he's already got a major problem on his hands.

It's as he comes up over a hill that he spots it - the tell tale white block of an RV way down the road. But Dean doesn't quite let go of that breath he's been holding. The number of walkers limping around that RV is astronomical - there's no way one man could keep himself from being surrounded, and there are only two reasons why Rick would leave it parked there in the first place: either it's broken down or he ain't in it. And if he ain't in it, then Dean's got a bigger problem on his hands than he'd thought.

[yoigotafakeidtho-blog]

It wasn’t as though he hadn’t been warned; Mrs. Kelly had told him again and again that if she caught him selling or buying on her street that she was going to call -- he just really hadn’t thought she would be awake at the current hour. Nearing one in the morning the lights make him sight, have shoulders dropping and he takes a final drag from his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and squishing it with a sneaker. The woman he’d sold to was already over the fence, already booking it with all her might but he was waiting to see the cop before making any rash decisions. Sometimes talking did better than not -- and Kaleb was sore from a good knock to the ribs earlier, an eye matching the purple hidden away.                                                     If it was the fat fucker, he’d risk running.                                                     If it was the woman, he’d cry. What he sees instead -- is someone new. Interesting, without a doubt. Probably some sucker who had been pulled into working a night shift. For the moment, Kaleb remains calm and even smiles what can be  considered politely. New meat. Someone to test, someone to push.                 “Was worried t’ere might be trouble, but now I’m                   just feelin’ lucky. And here I was convinced t’ere                   weren’t any handsome cops left in Georgia.”

[peletiier]

[ text ]:There's a huge ass hole in my couch. It's bigger than my butt.

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT ++ @alphaxgrimes

✉ | ol’ crazy eyes : …..dont put ur dick in it✉ | ol’ crazy eyes : why do all my conversations with u end this way ??

[peletiier]

[ text ]: I just got mistaken for a porn star.

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT ++ @alphaxgrimes​

✉ | ol’ crazy eyes : well she aint wrong✉ | ol’ crazy eyes : ive seen that dick so i’d believe it✉ | ol’ crazy eyes : damn

[mortisvinctos-blog]

liked for a thing.

It’s the heavy set irritation and bias that sets in. The Winchester is tired of the prying questions. People need to understand, that he isn’t going to answer everything. The digging they’re doing is personal. They don’t need to know about his history. They don’t need to know about Sam or John. He exhales another breath.        “I get it, you don’t want order fucked to hell. Trust me,        I’ve got no intentions of that. I’m only here because Daryl said you’re good people.”