#boredommademedoit

[radpizzawasteland]

😈 . . . . . . . . . . . #halloweeniscoming #septembermemes #boredommademedoit #memelife #memestagram #meep https://www.instagram.com/p/CiM7cIoMiUR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tocarfondo]

Broadway Triangle. 2020 . . . . #timelapse #nyc #trains #quarantine #boredommademedoit #liveyourfantasy (at Williamsburg, Brooklyn) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-QymD6jnO_/?igshid=iepxkw66tr2g

[dsunzhine]

Season 7-tears in my pillow

As Chonne looked over the checkpoints, she could stop the ache in her chest. The burn was like being cut slowly, deeply by freshly craft steel lance still on fire. The pain was on the inside though, so no one would know this devastation because she REFUSED to cry out. She had 2 hours left on her shift and was seriously thinking out staying over. It wouldn’t hurt to give Rick, Carl, and Judy some space. It wouldn’t hurt to allow the pain to consume her in the privacy of her own haunted thoughts. As she allow that idea to take hold she was interrupted, by Sasha entering the door which served as both entrance/exit to this tower. “Michonne, I’m up,” she began but Chonne left her hand up in universal “stop” signal. “Sasha, I think I want to cover your shift tonight,” she whispered as she tried not to grind her teeth. Sasha looked at her for a few seconds taking on her ready stance and how she keep look from SAsha to surveying the watch’s terrain. “Any updates,” Sasha asked as she signaled toward the window and outside world. “It’s been quite,” Chonne replied with a frown. Sasha had an epiphany and giggles and started going through the tower inventory a standard practice before taking over a watch. “What,” Chonne asked and expected an answer by the light tapping SAsha could hear.? “Well, I was talking to Abe about some training when Rick walked up and cocked his head to the left. He then asked could I relieve you,” Sasha said with a smirk. She then cocked her to the left and waiting for me to catch the humor. Chonne could only smirk back. “I want to have some alone time today,” Chonne said with conviction. “Look, Michonne, I am not your best friend. The guy you are running from is, so how about you walk around collect your thoughts. You can decide to talk to him or not, but it shouldn’t be in the tower regardless,” Sasha responded. Neither woman were “brand new” when dealing with an alpha, it paid to prepare. “Yeah,” Chonne said gathering her things and walking quickly toward the exit. “Thanks,” Chonne said as she stood at the exit with her back to Sasha. “I got you, lady,” Sasha cheerfully said. “Don’t forget sistahs before mistas,” Sasha joked. “We all need space to reflect and if our dude can’t deal then we can handle it amongst ourselves, right,” SAshacsaid managing to declare and question at the same time. “Right,” Chonne responded walking away. There was a calm to Sasha that had everything to do with Big Red (not the drink). It was cute Chonne called them “twin”!behind their back became you could find them in close proximity almost around the clock. Chonne didn’t have time to dig any deeper today on Sasha’s comment, so she filed it away for later. A walk could help me get composure, nothing helped this pain and talking wasn’t an option. Some ladies like to talk it out and others to hug, but Chonne like to keep quiet. Mike once called her quiet storm and would play that song by Smokey when the time was right. Chonne had been half-assed answering questions for 2 days now. Rick wanted to stare me down that was fine, but I didn’t have much to say. Before the apocalypse,folks used to pass greeting cards around but Chonne ain’t never been that chick. Words on paper did as much to fix real troubles as and tears in a pillows . It was bullsh$?-. Chonne managed to not encounter anyone, but exchanged waves with those out this late. The idea to check on status of the pantry came to mind and like a walker she Dragged her behind onward. Denese was a jolly chick she probably was elf or Mrs Santa before ZA. After that bastard came and took our supplies, we managed to find some abandoned property an hour away and had a little to add to our pile. Maybe Chonne was brilliant cuz she found a long-winded chick who has no responsibility after dark. Chonne had to wrap it up when she noticed Gabe walking out of the church. “Denese, let me head home,” Chonne stood to give her a quick hug. Hugging wasn’t her thang but she knew that would help Denese let her out quicker than fire would. “Night, sweetie. Rick came and checked on thangs, too. He seemed distracted or tired one. I mentioned out toiletries like our toothpaste and his eye seemed to twitch,” Denese lamented as Chonne walked out of the door. Yeah, it was time to go in. Rick or Carl one would try to put Judy to bed and then when baby was out, we all fell in line. As I approached our home, I felt like road weary Santa but I felt like sh!$/. I walked in and figured I would sleep downstairs. I could pretending to be too tired to move. Rick carried me to bed once , but I could come up with a reason to stay downstairs , I’m sure. I guess May a sore ankle. I can shower downstairs too, and luckily I carried a tshirt and shorts in by “watch bag”. Before Rick and I became so intense, Chonne always had preparation in place for overnighters, but rarely had to use them. As the steam caressed her skin and soap washed away a day’s worth of sweat and gravel, she thought about her pain. Andre would be 5 today. My baby –my mind screams as hot and angry tears and the cascading water became one. My baby –as I balled my right hand hand hit just above my breast plate repeatedly. No more snuggles for no apparent reason. No more shaking me awake while watch his show. “Andre wants breakfast,” echoed in my mind in his little big boy voice if I didn't have his breakfast ready. I had the pity party for a few more minutes and closed the door on those thoughts before I actually started screaming. An alert Grimes’ family was not my mission tonight. Chonne dries, lotions, and dressed as if it were a timed test and walked out to get ready to bed down. Chonne hAd made her bed and was sitting on the sofa when She noticed Rick glaring at her from a single chair in the corner almost totally hidden by night's shadow. Chonne caught her breathe and open her lips to explain her chance of venue when Rick leaned forward. She chould see his chiseled face and the way he leaned into his knees ready for whatever. Chonne knew that look and knew this situation was heading south. “ you done,” Rick questioned? He was funny that way he could talk long or short at will. Chonne was ready to move this forward because Rick was interrupting her “alone time”. “Yeah, I m sleep downstairs and will be leaving early in the morning . I want to speak with Maggie,” Chonne stated and turned to fix her pillow. “Chonne, you have 2 choice you can walk to bed or be carried to it,” Rick said standing. damns shizams. “Rick, I would like,” Chonne started but stopped when he stood over the sofa and extended his hand to her. “Chonne, you had space the last 2nights when you could barely hold Judy, respond to Carl, or looked at me in the eyes. You had space when Sasha relieved you hours ago, but you just managed to walk through our front door. This is done,” Rick declared and squatted down to bring his eyes level with mine. “ look, I am working something out,” Chonne clearly said taking the time to stare him down. “Yeah,” Rick smirked but there was no humor in eyes or tone. “I’ll only ask once more, are we walking or carrying this to the bedroom,” he whispered. “Rick, I’m your equal and I can sleep here,” she said as she stubbornly pointed to the sofa. He nodded in agreement but stood before me when I noticed NOTHING about Rick was sleepy tonight (especially his lower half). Shizams. As he reached over to grab me, I pushed back against the sofa and threw clinched teeth whispered, “walking.” I left the bedding and marched up the stairs. “We are new, I get it but you don’t get to freeze me out. I don’t care if you think it’s an obvious issue or not. You open those sweet lips and stitch a sentence. You can kick a$$ and fight with any and everyone all day or not but whatever you do , you keep me posted,” he said as Chonne stepped into their room. As I pulled the bedding back and got in bed, Chonne looked over to see Rick disrobing. Was he moving so slow on purpose, she wondered as her eye became fascinated with his chest/stomach. She didn’t want to but when she look downward noticed that Rick was still WIDE AWAKE. “Chonne, I saw you go from sad to angry, but barely opened your mouth to your family-- now that's my problem." He sat down and leaned in to kiss my sadness away. After he paused to allow me a breath, I decided to come clean. “I am not the one to be pushed around Rick. If we need space, it should be no problem to give it to each other,” she started. “Chonne, will always have choices. You can try to work your thangs out, but I expect to know what's happening. "you got 2 choices ," he started as I rolled my shoulders and eyes. "you can let me inside you body 1st then you mind or the opposite.” Rick could oversimplifying a Damn moment better than anyone she knew. I guess I paused too long because he reached for me again. Chonne holted his approach and explained that “this” was about the time of her baby’s birthday. After frowning for a moment, She thought because he had never being told about Andre , he listened as she continued. As she explained her heart ache, she noted his eyes looked a lil glassy and he leaned against the bedpost and pulled her into his arms. He pressed his face against her neck as she talked about Andre. Chonne wasn’t sure how long she talked and cries but at some point she could fill his tears rolling down her neck. “Rick, sometimes you just want to have a pity party in peace.” “Yeah, that probably not gonna happen,” he chuckled for the 1st time tonight. “we, you and me do our thangs together. When we were under attack from Negan, did you let me have a pity party,” he asked and didn’t stop to let Chonne interject? “ Well, you never answered my other question, so I take from your lead that it’s time for me to distract you,”. Again, he said not waiting for me to talk. “You want to be quiet to the world that’s cool, but in our home, there will be No times out between us,” Rick declared as he rubbed her neck and back. He reposition his body and adjusted her leg to cradle him. “You can blink, you can cry, and you can scream but it better me in that pillow.” He whispered as pulled her erect nipple in his hot soft mouth to start. His beard scratch her skin in just the way to take her breath away and she reach out to stoke his curly locks. He took his time taking her mind of Her baby. “I’m going to take pity on you tonight but next time you try this lil island sh$$ , you will be doing more than putting tears in your pillow.” He declared somewhere between round 1 & 2. Good thing he wasn’t a liar.

[xfix-a-heartx]

#boredommademedoit

[mibolita]

View this post on Instagram

And she bit me. Never mess with a bird lmao. In the end all she wanted was my phone. That's it. My phone. 😒 she's lucky I like her lol. Too much boredom results in me bugging te birds lol. #roxie #birs #petsofig #grayparrot and she didn't wanna talk @ all I guess she's camera shy. #boredommademedoit #birdsofig #igbirds #lol