Meh, bad thing about black and white photos is color never, ever looks good when added. Have to stick with the basics for these photos now.
(Source: afterzombies)
Trashed Rambling
It's all utter trash here.
I just scored a bunch of old portraits this weekend! They’re all beautiful, and I can’t wait to start altering them.
Waiting is Dying
Lori has a medal. It’s heavy and shines in the light, and the certificate solemnly praises bravery and courage. She gets them both framed and sets them next to Rick’s hospital bed. Right beside the beeping machines that are the only thing saying he’s still alive. Carl had wanted it to be the first thing his father sees on waking, and Lori still hasn’t found the words to tell him how unlikely it is. How truly hopeless the doctors told her the case was.
shadows-that-were asked:
Ok: Lori/Shane in the bathroom of Rick's hospital room while he's still in a coma.
Oh, yes, I’ve got that. Be up soon!
Caged
The prison closes up around Daryl. Blandly gray and hulking, all ordered cells and straight lines of steel. It’s a cage. A safe cage but a cage all the same. One he knows by sight all too well from the few times he’s visited and the one time he waited out in the parking lot as Merle was released.
atouchofcrazy asked:
Could you please write a Daryl and Rick fanfic? I think they would be such a hot couple
That they are. Ok, expect something from me soonish.
[Photoset - First image is Kozue lowering Anthy’s seat down in Akio’s car. Second image is Miki gasping.]
[Text - (301): It’s official, my little sister has hooked up with more girls than I have.]
I snorted noodles over this.
Anonymous asked:
Rick and Lori? :D Plleeeeasseeee with sugar on top?
Lori lets out a breathy little moan as he parts her thighs that sends Rick’s head spinning. There’s not enough room in the back of his car, not in the middle of the sweltering summer heat for this, but neither of them cares as Rick slides in. A slow and sweet slide that drags a guttural noise out of him because Lori’s hotter and tighter than anything he’s ever experienced before, and her nails rake a line of heat down his back as she arches up into him.
I don’t understand. Why are there so many fanfic out there with Dean Winchester crying at the drop of a hat? Am I watching the same show as everyone else?
shadows-that-were asked:
Shane/Rick?? (new, or links to anything old is fine, too).
I only got this for old fic.
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Shane held Rick close even as the man shivered apart, dick jerking and pulsing in Shane’s hand. Ignoring the way his own erection begged for release as he watched Rick’s face as he came. Those bright blue eyes of his hazing over because of what Shane was doing to him.
