#its griming time
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hey guys I can't stop thinking about Rick Grimes
#grimey talks#rick grimes#no but seriously#like hes just bouncing around in my brain#literally cant stop thinking about him#i have like four oneshot ideas drafted#like help#its griming time#terminal rick grimes brainrot with this one
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sitting around emotionally compromised thinking abt how big and loud rick grimes' feelings are and by comparison how quiet carl is. sure, carl gets angry and picks fights but when is he loud or expressive? they have the same dynamic in almost all of their most devastating moments. after lori's death, rick is screaming, crying, rolling on the ground and carl is just standing there quietly and alone. when negan makes rick think he has to cut off carl's arm, rick is crying and begging and carl just quietly tells him to do it. when carl is dying, he's reassuring rick that he was a good father. hmm interesting
#i love their relationship but also uh oh ! its not. good per se that the child is always the one comforting his father and almost never the#other way around#esp after loris death watching carl stand there alone getting screamed at by rick was so hard to watch. and then rick virtually ignoring#him after#4x13 is the only time i can think of when carl really gets emotional w rick and rick is unconscious!#ooh i just love complicated family dynamics <3#oh the exception is when they think judiths dead and carl shoots that zombie a bunch of times. still not really yellong#or saying anything at all but he is being expressive#twd#this is of course a subsect of my larger thesis called. carl grimes takes after his mother more than he does rick
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5x01 | No Sanctuary
#richard pls#Rick Grimes#*#rg#S5#red looks pretty on you babe#are you even alive if Feral Wildman Rick didn't speak to some nasty part of your brain#hi kevin#excuse me but The Nose™#sweaty curls were the best ones#'they don't get to live'#*sirens wailing* *people screaming* *im in my yard apologizing to CBS news*#the murder coat just trying to do its job#lol remember when everyone went all moral high ground and wouldn't let rick off a bunch of CANNIBALS#and then they came back got bob and almost got the rest of them lololol good times#could you would you in the woods#could you would you against a tree#could you would you in the brush#poltergeist but it's dr seuss mad af that im a heathen#like that is A MAN™ like start me a fire build me a log cabin and [redacted] inside me
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when u didn't come back after 6 days i was worried this had happened to you
Yeah, it turns out grimace really doesn't like people celebrating his birthday. Yeah, it was a warning shot. Yeah, I won't do it again.
#fanart#non mdzs#This gave me a real good chuckle B'*) thank you#The family guy death pose and the realistic shake really does it for me.#I never would have thought I would have been grimaced....grimed cat....purrpled if you will.#tbh this isn't too far off from what actually happened (peeped the horrors and had a dreadful & stressful time) but its FUNNIER to say:#I got grimaced and took six days to crawl back to civilization <3#also because this is a mdzs blog and I have brainrot#I think wwx would make absolutely stellar grimace shake videos. You can't tell me he would not string together some genuinely horrifying#sequences of events for a 'funny' meme tiktok.#he has it all. The artistry. The horrors he has peeped. The history of creating horrors.#I imagine the juniors made theirs first (a decent Teen Boys being silly attempt) and wwx was like 'Oh fun! ^-^ I wanna try!'#Wen Ning and Wen Qing would probably also do a very horrifying take on the meme. As they should.#RIP if this grimace stuff had happened around the time of the wwx's Wen Chao revenge scene I could have done a real funny bit.
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OKAY THAT WAS AMAZING
AND I AM NOT OKAY
WE REALLY GOT EVERYTHING WE WANTED I'M CRYING
But also like, that was just an objectively good ending. I will admit it's rushed but that was a lot to cover in 6 episodes and they did their best to focus on what matters which was the psychology of it and the romance (the CRM was Not The Point lmao). It was always about dealing with their respective traumas (while still showing that it's not magically gone just because they're home! I love that the reunion with their kids still had tinges of uncertainty from Rick! Amazing!) and finding peace together again.
So yea I'm super sad we don't get to see more and this really felt like The End for the Grimes family, but maybe recurring roles in the other spinoffs? References to how they're doing? Another mini-series just about Rick readjusting to life On The Outside and Michonne catching up with her kids after being away for over a year (unlikely but I can dream)?
I'm so happy but I'm just gonna miss them so much.
#towl liveblog#towl spoilers#I'M GONNA MISS THEM SO MUCH BUT THEY DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING#JUST LET US CHECK IN WITH THEM VIA CAMEOS OR SOMETHING ON THE OTHER SHOWS#THEM AND THEIR NEW BABY BECAUSE ALL THAT FUCKING YOU KNOW ANOTHER ONE IS COMING#twd towl#richonne#grimes family 3.0#now time to download all the episodes off AMC+ and discontinue my subscription lol#its been real
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i just wanted to draw some blood
#its my favorite thing to draw im so fr its so fun#making my own palette of reds for gore is my biggest accomplishment as an artist#also first time drawing old man rick couldn't hide behind his curls#rick grimes#twd fanart#art
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Every time I start rewatching season 4 of twd, I’m always shocked to see how little Carl looks (I mean, he still has baby cheeks, come on!), and then my heart inevitably breaks into a million pieces when I remember what happens to him in 4x16.
#Those men were disgusting#And Carl looks so young and so scared in that scene#I hate it I hate it#its been years and I’m honestly still kinda shocked that the show even went there#Ik it’s a dark show at times but that’s DARK#Especially for a show on cable television#carl grimes#twd#the walking dead
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Come to the marshlands where the old ones lie, buried deep in the threshold between land and sea. Find yourself knee deep in the dark, damp earth, shaking hands digging deeper as you fill your lungs with humid air tinged with something more than just the taste of salt and peat resting heavy on your tongue. Dig deep down until you can remember nothing else, seeking those that are long forgotten but never truly gone.
They love the places that connect two states, two worlds. Any threshold can contain at least one, but it is the marshes and the bogs that hold dozens, hundreds, so many that one can hardly step without crossing their path. Here they lie, breathing in the world around them, losing themselves in the nature of decay, intertwining with plant roots until they can hardly be distinguished from their surroundings.
It is here you find yourself, digging deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Until your fingers ache and burn, blood spilling to mix with the muck and become more than it was. You dig for so long that you nearly forget why you came here, why you wished to escape the world of concrete and glass for this one of transitions, mud, and salt sweet water that threatens your every breath. It is only when your fingers, torn and shaking, brush against something that isn't the marsh that you remember once again.
You came for them.
They lay deep down beneath the earth, an angel in its own way, though you'd never dare to call it divine. A force neither holy nor demonic, it simply exists, connecting all that lives within and around it through its very essence. They're almost horrifying, down in the muck, but you have no desire to look away.
They open their many eyes to look at you, each one murky like the dirt around them but shining from within. Their body twists and turns around the roots surrounding them, long and sinuous, pale, translucent skin revealing the pulse of tides and life that moves below. Moss curls around fingers that bury themselves further into the earth, long and ever reaching. They sigh, with a voice that shakes the dirt around them.
It's beautiful, and terrifying, and you can't look away.
You won't look away.
They look up at you fully, and smile, or what you hope is a smile. It's too wide, barely fitting on the grotesque stretch of their face, but you do not scream. It reaches one long, long hand up towards you, fingers ending in a root system tangling them together. They beckon, smile still breaking their face in half.
You do not scream.
This is what you came for after all. One did not seek out the old ones without knowing the outcome, and you were no different. So while your fingers shake, and your chest aches with a strange mixture of fear, sadness, and joy, you do not scream.
You smile back.
Taking their gnarled, twisting hand in yours, you allow yourself to sink deeper into the earth, clasping tightly in fear of losing them in the dark. They trill a laugh, pulling you closer as the ground closes up above you both. Darkness consumes you both, leaving you with only the 4 senses that remain.
The taste of peat.
The smell of salt.
The sound of laughter, unnatural and thundering in your ears.
The feeling of roots and fingers that drag you
down
down
down
until you know only them, and they know only you, and you feel as you become undone in their arms. Roots tangle with your hair, reaching and stretching until you don't know where you end and they begin. Maybe the distinction never mattered, for now you are one, and you are overjoyed.
Maybe years, decades, centuries later you will be pulled from the marsh, by scientists or the like who look over you with curiosity and awe. Your body will be mostly unchanged (the peat takes care of its own) and they will marvel at the preservation at work. Maybe you will be studied displayed, gawked at by a public who had long forgotten the names of the old ones who ruled over the world long ago. Maybe none of this will happen, and you will be left to sleep deep beneath the earth, in the arms of the being who chose to cherish you for all of time.
You don't really care, not now when the marsh had accepted you so completely. You smile one last time, exhaling the last of the air in your lungs, and rest, safe and sound in the embrace of the earth as it breathes around you.
#my writing#not sure what this is#but i like the idea of it if nothing else#angels that are not angels sleeping deep beneath the earth#in the land that time itself seems to forget#mud and muck and grime that hides that which can embrace all of us#until we forget our fears and worries#pretty sure my knowledge of bogs and marshes are innacurate so oh well#its 3 am
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the symbolism is there, right???? like you see it too????????
#something something humans connected through time#handprints that show We Were Here#also in the alt text i said grime but now that i think about it its definitely pollen
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when someone yells at you... || Rick Grimes (TWD)
rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker
"That was all your goddamn fault!"
And maybe it was just because you were tired, but something in you agreed with him -you knew you could do better than this.
"Look, okay, I'm sorry-" you tried -something weak and shaky in your tone (you were exhausted and all they were saying was making all of the noise in your head louder), "-I never meant to-"
"Fuck that," he hissed, "-you almost got us all killed with that fucking mistake. Don't you get that?!"
"It was just-" you started, slowly -words trying to come out properly.
"Just shut the fu-"
"What the hell is goin' on 'ere?" a voice boomed -southern drawl emphasized and tone unshaken: Rick Grimes.
He stepped in between the two of you.
You were exhausted, hands coming up to rub at your temples. Eyes were getting a little foggy and your lip was trembling, you couldn't falter. It could only make you lose respect in the grand scheme of things. You took a deep breath in.
"'Ey fucked up the whole run," the person explained, and you shrunk into yourself more, "-gave one wrong order, and fucking Nancy almost bit the goddamn bullet, Rick."
Rick just stared at him -something heavy in his gaze.
"You must not know shit 'bout this world," Rick scoffed, and you could see the slow steps of him approaching the man -you couldn't even remember his name, "-but every win 'ere's a hundred damn loses. Judgin' one person for a mistake, ya see, just ain't fuckin' wise."
"Somebody almost died, Rick," the man countered, "-don't you care about your people? Or have you lost that side of yourself too?"
Rick rushed forward then, grabbing the guy by his collar and raising him into the air. Your heart jolted into your throat.
"I'll feed you to the fuckin' walkers if ya keep talkin' like that."
The man seemed to falter, but you saw a gleam in Rick's eye. A dangerous gleam.
The group was already rocky as is, Rick didn't need to lose any respect. He didn't need to string out the dynamic further. One move and it'd tip.
"Rick," you insisted -hands wringing out in front of your chest, and his eyes almost immediately flashed to you, "-it's not worth it."
He seemed to lighten then, scanning over you. Maybe taking in your hands, or your hunched shoulders, or your blurry eyes. It was like his priorities switched, completely focused on you.
He let out a long sigh, dropping the man to the ground -he fumbled a little with his footing, "'Ey saved your life, remember 'at."
The man seemed shaken, swallowing thickly and blinking like he was trying to center himself. Rick merely focused entirely on you, heavy footfall bringing him right in front of you.
"Ya okay?" He spoke, soft and sweet -such a drastic difference from before that it made your head spin a little.
"I'm..." you echoed out, a little pathetically, "-I'm just exhausted, and being berated at like that doesn't really help."
Rick frowned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you elsewhere -voice low just for you, "C'mon, let's talk somewhere else."
"I'm just tired," you offered but it was weak, and he didn't seem at all moved by it, or even convinced.
He pulled you into his house, off the Alexandria streets -it was strangely empty. No Judith or Carl, and you briefly wondered where they were.
"Sit," he motioned to the couch.
You paused for a moment, "Rick, you don't have to do this-"
"Sit," he repeated.
You silently found yourself a spot, leaning into the arm of it -Rick joined you, barely a breath away. You weren't sure how to react. You were never really sure with Rick.
"If anybody pulls 'at shit again," he suddenly said -blue eyes solid as steel, "-you tell me, okay?"
"Rick-"
"No," he spoke, so solidly it made your voice stutter to a stop, "-nobody talks to ya 'at way and fuckin' gets away wit' it. Ya hear me?"
"Yeah, okay," you responded -softer, "-I get it."
"I don't mean to be-" he paused, turning to you with a much softer glance -blue eyes warm, "-look, Y/N. I really care about ya, and if somebody says shit 'bout you. They might as well be sayin' shit 'bout me."
"They weren't talking shit, Rick," you exhaled, and something in your voice shook, "-I fucked up. Bad."
"'At's not-" he sighed, scooting closer to you and with a solid breath taking your hand in his, "-Everybody fucks up, ain't no reason to dwell on it. Ain't no reason to yell 'bout it like he was."
"He just got scared."
"Everyone's fuckin' scared, sweetheart," he countered, gruff voice in a low whisper, "-Gives 'im no goddamn excuse to yell at ya like 'at."
You frowned, shakingly wiping at your eyes.
"And, 's important to let go of things," he hummed, squeezing his hand around yours, "-ya just gotta remember nobody got hurt. If ya don't, you're only gonna run yourself into the ground."
You were quiet for a moment, eyes swimming over your connected hands thoughtfully. They darted to his, who were already looking at you -something you didn't quite recognize shining in his eyes. There was something there you couldn't quite read -something different. You just did what felt right.
"Thanks," you said quietly -it was all you could say, moving your head to his shoulder.
"Don't-" he hummed, you could feel the grumble in his chest -arm coming to wrap around your side, "-Ya don't 'ave to thank me."
You stayed in the silence of the moment, absorbing the air. All of this... new, it sunk into your skin. Your nose filled with the woodsy scent that you knew to be just Rick, and you had a spare thought.
Maybe this could happen again, but you knew Rick would be there. Maybe that makes it okay. It does... With Rick, it's okay.
"Yeah," you responded -maybe a little fondly, "-I do."
#stuff n' thangs#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes x y/n#rick grimes x you#rick grimes x y/n fanfiction#rick grimes blurb#twd blurb#twd oneshot#its griming time
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Hey remember about a month ago when I made that piece with G0lly i said in the tags I’d make a sequel if it got 100 notes?
Well it still doesn’t have 100 notes, but I made the sequel to it :]
So uh stargazing pt 2, but from a little bit later time and a different perspective
#inky draws#inscryption lonely wizard#inscryption p03#inscryption#i wasn’t really feeling this one at first cuz I couldn’t get the colors to look like what I wanted them to#but i figured out a way and this might be one of my favorite pieces I’ve made#so I actually bothered to put a signature on this one#I usually forget to but I didn’t this time#mainly because I like it so much#anyway this is for the one person in the reblogs who really wanted a sequel#and to satisfy my own desire for more p03 and wizzy content#i just couldn’t wait for the 100 notes it’s almost been a month since i posted the first one#anyway uh might also make fics for these scenarios#cuz I have ideas in mind#just for my own enjoyment i don’t care if y’all think its cringe#i wanna practice writing more cuz i really like doing it#also i like how i did the grime on p03#gotta make him a stinky old man#p03 hd be like-#anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk
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8x14 | Still Gotta Mean Something
#where's my mother's day card for all the fictional children i've given you over the years#Rick Grimes#*#rg#S8#someone play the opening riff from Careless Whisper#belly (◡‿◡✿)#form an orderly line to cosplay as his duty belt#shoutout to my beloved The Nose™ for stopping his shirt in its path#still want to blow raspberries on his belly#nice nips give him a blue ribbon#HELLO to those hip divots with 1000 names#you know those sticky hands toys from the store quarter machines?#that'd be my existence#i love arm#ya ever want to worship someone's torso#no just me#ok#bout to make like that time i played Life and had so many kids i had to get an extra car
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don't judge me too hard if i post a playlist guys my music taste is literal flaming garbage there was a time where all id listen to is bad soundcloud hyperpop . like 5 hours straight garbage goofy soundbytes staring at my wall all day wondering what series of pitiful events brought me to that very moment right before "ya yeet skrrrrt" vocoded to undertale sans vibrates in my ear drums
#i had this exact same era with grime and russian doomer and now its memphis & phonk#but at least im mentallly present right now 😭 hyperpop was a bad time#.... WAIT NO#vee chats
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Seriously though no infection AND it closed up like it was never there 😭At Least We Have Our Health type shit😭😭😭
The whole thing kind of ruins my life though still like 50/50 chance I've rambled about this before but. The fact all of Ichi's items can be found in the item box and all his money is transferred to his account. Arakawa and/or Jo may have mugged Ichi for that to happen but it HAPPENED you guys CARE you'll make it look like Ichi's got nothing and no one left in his corner but it's not TRUE... it's just an act... this much is affirmed even before the discovery of the fake bill... (<- reading too much into a game design decision that just makes sense)
LISTEN STORY TELLING THROUGH GAMEPLAY IS A VIABLE LENS ILL ALWAYS ENDORSE IT cause there really was no reason ichi HAD to have his items back. game genuinely coulda just been a dick and leave him without them but it's more interesting to look at it from a Oh We Know Shit perspective
#snap chats#ichi's just built different his immune system's just. Doesnt Give A Fuck trash and grime Dont Matter its fine#i think games should be more mean. i think they should troll the player more#'congrats on getting all this neat shit from the last chapter ! it is now gone. you will never get it back'#woulda been funny but alas. maybe next time
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okay im really sorry this is a screen recording ik thats annoying but i HAD TO share this howl cosplay my friend sent me bc it literally gives me full body chills every time i rewatch the video. this girls makes all of these elaborate cosplays herself (and posts them on her instagram) and im genuinely in awe of what shes capable of.
#studio ghibli#howls moving castle#howls moving castle cosplay#not my cosplay pls go follow her insta shes so talented#my jaw is on the floor every time i rewatch this#AND TO GRIMES TOO#LIKE ITS TOO GOOD
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can't wait for another Great Day At The Dirt And Grime Factory tonight!
#the sarcasm is heavy in this#i say 'its a great night at [job]!' all the time to my coworker. usually when stuff is going Wrong.#its ALWAYS a great day at the dirt and grime factory!!!!#things are gonna go to shiiiiiit#shh ac
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