#coltpythoning

[thelasttiger]

a tiger,,

Tell my muse what animal they remind your muse of and why.

hahaha the human thinks i am a tigerwhen really, i amPIG

[miserieah]

@coltpythoning started following

“How long you think you can keep me in here?” Shane drawled, leaning his head back against the cold concrete wall of the Alexandria basement cell.

“How long until people start askin’ questions? How long before Carl wonders where you’re going at night?”

[idontkillorphans]

🎙️ B O I I I I

🎙️- To comedy roast my muse (Roast goes here)

“Don’t you come at me with your lanky ass, small ass, single ass - southern as fuck, fucking siblings and shit, can’t understand your thick accent you curly haired fuck face. And you’re fucking short.”

[amanandhisbatarchive-blog]

My Tumblr Crushes:

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coltpythoning

belcvedcne

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bitersbait

lookatmydirtynegan

soldier306

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[belcvedcne-blog]

        “ what? “ jolene stood in the doorway, nearly all four feet, nine              inches of her sprayed with blood, her knuckles busted and               her hand coiled tightly around the handle of rick’s ax. rubbing              a hand across her face, she smeared blood over her soft               features, an image that didn’t look Q U I T E right. moving               across the floor, she dropped the ax, peeling her bloodied              shirt from her body, using it to clean the crimson from her face.

           “ y’all’re awful quiet. is there somethin’ on my face? “

@coltpythoning & @amanandhisbat

[oneeyedbadass]

It happened again. And it’s been getting worse. Earlier this morning before Carl’s dad left for work. They were sitting at the breakfast table when his mom said something. Little things will trigger the “thoughts”. Today, it was a word. It starts out as a headache and then he starts to stare off, flashes of visions in his mind. But it’s not just in his mind, it seems so real that it’s right in front of him. It’s been happening more and more, literally started out of nowhere one night when he heard his parents arguing in the middle of the night when his father came home from the station.

As Carl tosses his soccer jersey onto the floor of his bedroom, he shakes his head, letting his shaggy hair fall out of his face. Another game they won. Nothing new though, they were the best in their division. Best high school soccer team in the state, too. Carl wasn’t the captain, but he was the fastest player and most often, the best.

Whistling as he steps over his jersey, Carl saunters off to the bathroom. “Mom, I’m going in the shower!” Maybe it’ll help the headache, the kid thinks. He calls out down the hall. The 17 year old was sure that his mother was making dinner and that his dad would be home sometime soon. Reaching for the knob to open the door, Carl stops, his breath catching in his throat. The knob is turning from the inside of the bathroom. “Mom?” He asks as he steps forward, knocking on the door.

There’s no answer, but the knob turns again. Taking in a deep breath, Carl sucks up the fear and swings the door open. A zombie lunges himself forward, knocking Carl back against the wall with a loud T H U D, the kid has his eyes shut tightly. His heart is racing with fear. That’s the second time this week he’s been “attacked” by a flesh-eating monster. Slowly, Carl opens his eyes and sighs when he is staring at the open bathroom in front of him, the door banging lightly against the wall.

{{ @coltpythoning

[belcvedcne-blog]

;; i doodled a thing of my ot3 with @amanandhisbat & @coltpythoning

[amanandhisbatarchive-blog]

Shout out to @coltpythoning for being an amazing friend. It meant a lot that you took the time to call me despite being busy because I needed someone to talk to. I honestly think I would have gone crazy if I hadn’t have got it all off my chest. Thank you for being so amazing. I love you <3