#i love them so bad... what the fawk...

[linktoo]

This whole page.... implies that the fanny pack marcille wears is the one she bought from chilchuck who haggled it for her 😭😭😭

THEYRE MATCHING 😭😭😭😭

[angelyuji]

here me out... yandere nolan x yandere debbie x reader... this was kinda inspired by a dream and also a fanfic i read about odysseus x penelope x reader (that was fluff tho lol)

threesome with two bad bitches…. (gender neutral headcanons, most of the dialogue parts are f!reader tho sawwy ☹)

tw // kidnapping, implied drugging, sex mentioned, f!reader in dialouge, nolan is an enabler and a manipulator, debbie is down bad for u

18+!!!!!!!!!!! MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

listen… put me in a room with nolan and debbie, one of us coming out pregnant (nolan)

anyway let me cook (might cook odypenreader fanfics next idk im very odyssey/epic-brained rn)

nolan and debbie are very freaky as a couple, they get down and dirty bro

they’re kinky and freaky and theyre down to do anything

they met you at a bar during a date and they’re like “ohh theyre cute” and at first it really was just a kink thing, debbie likes making out with nolan as you go down on her and nolan likes making out with debbie as he pounds the shit out of you

sometimes debbie puts on a strap and you’ve got the both of them fucking the shit out of you and it’s great

sorry im freak gooner i want debbie and nolan to split me like a goddamn kitkat bar

anyway, it really was just sex at first

then it starts being more, with them inviting you on their dates or just inviting you over to spend time with them

they’re constantly touching you, not even in a sexual way,  but like hugging and kissing

debbie and nolan are highkey obsessed with you

nolan brings it up first tho

“so… about that girl…”

“(y/n).” debbie bumps her hips against his, continuing to cook as nolan dices.

“right, (y/n).” nolan puts down the knife, turning to look at debbie. she stop stirring to look back, a small smile resting on her face. “she’s cute, isn’t she.” nolan’s eyes search his wife’s face. “we have fun with her, right?”

debbie smiles, putting a hand on her husband’s bicep, “yeah, i like her too, nolan.” she turns back to cook, “we can bring it up to her tonight over dinner.”

nolan hugs debbie from behind, “you know exactly what’s on my mind, woman.” he presses a kiss to her neck.

debbie laughs, “probably because it’s on my mind too.”

that isn’t to say that debbie isn’t into you either, she’s really into you too but nolan is more forward than her

they invite you for dinner and you guys are chill, you’re still under the impression that this whole thing is just for fun. you’re not going to get into a relationship with a married couple, but sex is fine cuz yk… its sex

so when they bring it up to you, saying how they’re both into you and they want to give it a shot, you’re like…. um no lol

which pisses nolan off and makes debbie sad :(((( (why would u do that FAWK YOU)

they don’t say anything at first tho, they’re like “oh! um. fine. ig.” the mood is killed tho so ur like lemme leave and then debbie and nolan have a conversation.

“i guess we can’t make her be with us.” debbie laughs, weakly. “i don’t know, i guess i thought she felt the same as us.” debbie continues to ramble and nolan sits down next to her, “i’m so embarrassed, nolan.” she rests her head on his shoulder.

“i was there too. if im not embarrassed, why are you?” he presses a kiss to her forehead and she sighs. a moment of silence passes before nolan speaks up again, “debbie, we could make her be with us. it wouldn’t take much.” debbie stiffens.

“nolan…”

“we like her.” nolan sneaks an arm around her waist, “and she likes us too. we just have to help her realize it.”

nolan and debbie are patient people. debbie loves nolan, so she trusts him. so if it means kidnapping you and stockholm syndroming you into loving them… i mean…

you scream into your gag, but no one comes to save you. you rest your head against the wall, exhausted. you had been trapped in their basement for the last couple days, chained to a bed, screaming till you fell asleep. you were freezing, itchy, hungry, and to make matters worse, your throat hurt. you let yourself rest, no amount of screaming was going to save you. after a couple minutes, you hear the door creak open. two sets of feet quietly come downstairs. “are you done?” nolan looks bored and debbie smacks his arm.

“are you alright, sweetheart?” she bends down to cup your cheek. you lean into the warmth of her hand. “we wanted to come down here earlier, but we were worried your… unrest… would upset mark.” she looks at you, eyes full of worry. you mumble into your gag. debbie moves to pull it, but nolan makes a noise of complaint.

“she’s not ready yet.” he stands with his arms crossed, menacing.

debbie rolls her eyes, “she’ll be good, nolan. have faith in our girl.” she looks at you, “you’ll be good, right?” you nod. she pulls the wet gag off of you.

“please, debbie, let me go. i-i don’t know why you guys are doing this, but-” your throat burns and you cough. debbie coos, gesturing to nolan for something. he hands her a glass of water. she helps you drink, tilting the glass. she pets your hair as you greedily gulp down water, some of it spilling down the sides of your mouth. nolan bends down, gently wiping your mouth with his thumb. debbie smiles, using her sweater to dry your tears.

“you’re not understanding, (y/n). we love you.” nolan’s thumb presses against your lips.  

debbie pets your hair, “we really only want you to love us back.”

[dixons-sunshine]

js read your shopping spree and dying for your haircut fics and omg

can u pretty please, with a bow on top, write another part to that series or like an au where they get separated at the fall of the world and a few season later (preferably that prison era of daryl he was so fawking sexy there like omg) they found each other again and i want some build up to their reunion yk like someone else finds r and brings them in and some ppl kinda chatting abt the new girl or wtv and dars not rlly gaf cuz he kinda getting tired of trying to find r (realistically i don’t think he’d give up easily but let’s js pretend yk) but then they see each other and they’re like omfg the love of my life’s here and safe and like i need that glenn and maggie type reunion but like tenfold bc r and dar alr loved and knew each other before the fall yk and like yeah😣

idky but i’m a sucker for “r and daryl had a relationship beforehand, got separated, and reunited” trope (?) fic, blurb shit and you’d literally be godsent if u wrote this oml

I Found You | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: When the dead started to rise and the world went to hell, Daryl got seperated from you, the love of his life. After over a year of searching for you and finding no evidence of your survival, Daryl was beginning to give up and count his losses. One day, Carol stumbled upon a wounded woman while out on a run with Glenn, and the two of them decide to accept you into the prison. Little did they know, that would end up being one of the best decisions they could've ever made.

Genre: Angst to fluff.

Era: Prison, pre season 4, post season 3.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, death, mentions of attempted sexual assault (not descriptive)

Word count: 4.3k

A/n: Thank you so much for the request! I've decided to write the au since there's already a part three for the SSHD (Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams) universe in the works, but this request was way too good to not write. I hope you like it! And I absolutely agree with you. There's something about prison era Daryl that just hits different. He was on another level completely.

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests.

(Just thought I'd say that both third- and second person is used. I referred to the reader in third  person when Glenn and Carol first met her, but it soon shifts to second person when she introduced herself. Just thought I'd let y'all know the shift is intentional.)

—

“Okay, so I can't guess what you did before all of this correctly, but I bet there is something that I will be right about.”

Daryl looked at Zach skeptically as they trudged through the abandoned store, looking for supplies to bring back to the prison. “Yeah? Wha's tha'?”

“You're brooding, quiet, you like to keep to yourself,” Zach started, leaning nonchalantly against one of the shelves while he watched the archer place multiple different packs and boxes into his bag. “The way you act most of the time would suggest you've never been in a relationship before, but there are clear signs that you were with someone before all of this.”

Daryl stiffened for a moment, his hand lingering above a pack, before regaining his composure and continuing his task. “Wha' signs?”

“Well, for one, you know exactly what kind of tampons and pads to get for the ladies at the prison. I would've just dumped everything in and have them sort through it, but you are only taking specific brands,” Zach pointed out, motioning to the box of tampons Daryl had just put back onto the shelf.

When Daryl didn't reply, Zach took that as his cue to continue. “And while we're on the topic of periods, you seem to know exactly what to get the girls for the pain and what to do to curve their bad tempers. What guy would know that if he didn't have a girlfriend before all of this? And to top it all off, and this is totally unrelated to everything I just said, I've seen that locket necklace you keep in your pocket. It's pretty worn out and faded, but you can definitely tell it's something from this generation, so it can't be something that was passed down from a relative, so that brings me to my conclusion. You, Daryl Dixon, had a girl before all of this.”

Daryl sighed, shutting his eyes tightly as he willed the onslaught of memories away. Memories that were too painful to think of, memories that did nothing but remind the archer of his failure. His failure at finding you, the love of his life, after the dead started walking. A failure he had to live with for as long as he remained alive.

Daryl opened his eyes and turned abruptly, leaving the young man behind him as he stalked towards the exit, his bag slung over his shoulder. Zach hurriedly caught up to him, struggling to keep at a steady pace beside him as Daryl strode quickly, wanting to put some distance between him and Zach.

“Woah, man! Slow down!” Zach complained, jogging to keep up with him. “Was it because I brought up the girl thing? I didn't realise it was a touchy subject.”

“It ain't none of yer damn business,” Daryl grumbled under his breath, stalking over to the truck him and Zach were using that day.

“Daryl! Come on, man. It's not that deep.”

Daryl gritted his teeth as he opened up the driver's side door of the truck, throwing his bag into the back before climbing inside. He started up the truck and revved the engine, a warning sign to Zach that he was about to leave, with or without him.

Zach hurriedly scurried into the passenger seat, barely having time to close the door before Daryl started speeding off. He gripped the edge of his seat, sending Daryl an exasperated look.

“Daryl, what the hell? Calm down!” he exclaimed, unnerved by the archer's sudden burst of fury. He'd seen Daryl angry before, but it was never directed towards him. It was downright scary.

“'M calm,” Daryl replied through gritted teeth, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“That's what you call calm?!” Zach exclaimed, motioning out towards the road. “You're driving like a maniac! Slow down!”

Daryl simply ignored the man, keeping his eyes trained on the road. Memories of you unwillingly flooded his mind. Memories of your smile, your laugh and your beautiful eyes. Memories of the calm mornings you'd spend with the archer in your shared sad excuse for an apartment where the hot water was a joke. Memories where you'd both stand under the cold water of the shower, Daryl embracing you from behind in an attempt to make the cold water bearable for you. Memories of your loving touch on his skin, your fingers lightly tracing over the scars on his back as you whispered reassuring things into his ear, assuring him that his father's abuse had nothing to do with him, that it wasn't his fault that any of that happened to him.

The more Daryl's mind wandered, the more he remembered some of the bad memories. All those arguments you had with him over some of his escapades with Merle, telling him that it would only get him into trouble, flooded his mind. One of those arguments ended up being the reason he got seperated from you in the first place.

Merle had wanted to go do some drug deal and had barged into your apartment, practically dragging Daryl from your bed. You had begged him not to go, arguing with him that it was a bad idea and that something would go wrong this time. He remembered being so angry at you for insisting during that argument that Merle wasn't good for him, that he needed to cut back on seeing him or set some boundaries with him. He had stormed out of the apartment without so much as a goodbye, and now he regretted it more than he's regretted anything before in his life.

Daryl blamed himself daily for not having listened to you that day. If he had, he never would've been seperated from you and you would've been safe by his side. He longed to have you by his side again, to tell you that he was sorry and that he loved you. However, even after all this time of searching, going out for extended periods of time to look for signs of you, it was to no avail. You were gone, and it was all his fault.

“Daryl? Are... you okay?”

Daryl snapped back to reality at the sound of Zach's concerned voice. He felt a droplet of water roll down his cheek and he hurriedly wiped it away, realising that he was crying. He hadn't even realised that tears had started to well up in his eyes, so immersed was he in his own thoughts.

“'M fine,” Daryl insisted, wiping his eyes hurriedly as he willed the tears away.

Zach furrowed his eyebrows, before realisation dawned on him. “You did have a girl before all of this. You lost her, didn't you?” he asked sympathetically.

Daryl hesitantly nodded, swallowing in an attempt to get rid of the lump in his throat. “I didn't lose her,” he began, bringing the truck to a halt in front of the prison gates as he waited for someone to open them.

“I don't know if she's even dead at all. She's just... Gone.”

—

“What are we looking for, exactly?” Glenn asked Carol as they scanned over the shelving of an abandoned pharmacy, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Carol sighed as she looked upon yet another empty shelf, its medical contents a thing of the past. “Anything medical. With all the new people we've been taking in, the supplies we have aren't going to be enough.”

“Okay,” Glenn drawled hesitantly. “But it doesn't look like there's anything worth scavenging here.”

“Let's just do a once over before we check the back. If there's nothing, we head on back. It's getting late,” Carol instructed. Glenn nodded, and the two of them dispersed to sweep through the small store once more.

“So,” Glenn started. “Is it just me, or has Daryl been more grumpy than usual?”

Carol hummed in agreement. “He has. He gets angry at the smallest of things lately.”

“Do you know why?”

“No,” Carol said, shaking her head. “I've asked him, but he won't say anything. Just tells me to mind my own business. It's really odd. He's more like he was back at the quarry. More closed off and snappy and I don't know why.”

“It's ever since he came back from that run with Zach a week ago,” Glenn replied, meeting up with the Carol again to go into the back room. “I've asked Zach if he knows why, but he refused to say anything. Says it's not his place to say.”

Carol frowned, opening the door that lead into the back room. “That's odd. So that means something—”

“Stay right there. Don't move another inch or I swear to god I'll shoot.”

Both Carol and Glenn froze in their tracks. They looked up and locked eyes with a woman, who's eyes were fiery as they darted between them.

“Names. Now. And weapons on the ground.”

“Okay, alright,” Carol responded, trying to diffuse the situation. She slowly lowered her gun and knife to the ground, urging Glenn to do the same. “I'm Carol, and this is Glenn. Now before we answer anymore questions, what's your name?”

The woman hesitated for a moment. “Y/n. What are you doing here?”

“We were looking for some supplies,” Carol spoke truthfully, eyeing the gun aimed at her carefully. “We're running low on medical things.”

After a couple of long, tense moments, with you scanning them from head to toe, you nodded to yourself after spotting something. Deciding to trust them for now, you slowly lowered the gun. However, you quietly hissed in pain, quickly clutching your side as you stumbled to regain your balance. After you steadied yourself, you limped over to your bag and grabbed a few things before handing them over to Carol and Glenn.

“Here. Hope these help. The place was ransacked when I got here. Wasn't a lot left to clear out.”

“Thank you, but we need more than this. This isn't going to last us long,” Carol responded, placing the items into her bag.

“No offence, lady, but I think I need the supplies more than you do at the moment. And I gave you more than half already. I can't spare more,” you said, clutching your side tightly.

“What happened?” Glenn asked, pointing to the your side, unable to stop his curiosity from seeping through.

“Flesh eaters,” you replied nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders. “I was fighting a bunch of them when one lunged at me from the side. It toppled me through a broken window, and a shard sliced me.”

“Don't you have a group? Couldn't they help you?” Glenn questioned.

“Nope. I've been on my own since this whole thing started. I guess I should probably find a group, though. Things like this wouldn't happen if I had backup.”

You gingerly lifted your shirt, and both Carol and Glenn grimaced at the painful sight. The wound was deep and oozing blood. It would definitely need stitches, as well as someone to remove the remaining fragments of glass that still painfully stuck out of the wound. It was terrible. You wouldn't be able to get it all out without a professional.

Suddenly, an idea struck Carol. “You gave us some of the supplies you scavenged without even knowing us. Why?”

“Well, you didn't try to kill me, even after I held you at gunpoint. And by the looks of it, you guys have a group and are set up somewhere. Figured I should do the honourable thing and offer up some medical things if there's kids involved.”

“How do you know there's kids?” Glenn asked, confused.

“I can see the toys in your bag,” you pointed out, motioning to the toy truck that stuck out of the top of his bag. “Figured that adults wouldn't be playing with toy trucks while the world was ending.”

“Still, why would you? You don't owe us anything,” Carol questioned, though her mind was already set on one thing.

“Some might call me naive, but I hope that by doing some good in this fucked up world, karma will decide to do something good for me. That probably makes me stupid as shit, huh?” you replied, laughing before wincing at the pain that shot through your side at the small action.

Carol smiled at you. “We have a group set up not too far from here, at the prison. You can join if you want, but you have to answer three questions first.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. “Three questions? That's it?”

“Yeah.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Alright, shoot.”

“How many walkers have you killed?” Carol began, watching you closely.

“A lot. Too many to keep track of at this point.”

“How many people have you killed?”

You hesitated for a moment, guilt creeping up on you. “Three.”

“Why?”

“Two of them were bit. They asked me to kill them. The other one... That bastard tried to rape me. I wouldn't let him.”

“I'm sorry,” Glenn said sympathetically.

“It's fine. I'm fine,” you waved him off, before turning your attention back to Carol. “How'd I do? Satisfactory enough?”

Carol nodded. “For me, yes. You'll still need to meet the leader and have him evaluate you, but I think you'll be alright. You'll fit in just fine.”

“Hopefully,” you laughed nervously, instantly paying the price for it with a sharp pain shooting up your side, making you visibly wince.

“Come on, let's get going. We have a doctor who can get that checked out for you,” Glenn prompted. He walked over to you and grabbed your bag, stopping your protest instantly. “It's fine, I've got it. One extra bag won't kill me.”

Together, all of you made your way out of the pharmacy and over to their car. You got settled in the back while Carol and Glenn got into the front, and before long you were setting off to the prison. Your eyes were beginning to droop, but Glenn seemed eager to get to know the new recruit better.

“What were you doing out there on your own anyway?”

“I was looking for my boyfriend. I was hoping that he might still be alive.”

“No luck?” he asked.

“No,” you shook your head, pursing your lips. “I'm beginning to think I might never find him, if he's even still alive.”

“Never say never,” Glenn encouraged you. “You'll find him someday, I know it.”

“I really hope so.”

—

“Have you seen that new chick Glenn and Carol brought back? She's a real looker.”

“I know, right? You think she's into blondes?”

“Even if she was, I doubt she'd go for your scrawny ass.”

“Easy, boys. She might not even be into guys. I could have a shot with her for all you know.”

Daryl groaned inwardly as he entered the cellblock. The new girl that Glenn and Carol brought in the day before was seemingly the hottest topic of discussion amongst everyone and he couldn't escape it, no matter where he tried to run to. Nobody, apart from Glenn, Carol, Rick and Hershel have officially met her, yet everybody had seemingly already formed an opinion about her. Although there were a lot of different opinions, everyone seemingly agreed on one thing; the new girl was hotter than hell.

Daryl was the only guy in the entire prison that hadn't seen her yet. He was out hunting when Carol and Glenn brought her back and he hasn't bothered to go out of his way to introduce himself to her ever since he got back. He'd meet her soon enough and he wasn't hoping to make friends with her. The more people he managed to keep at arm's length, the better.

“Yo, Daryl. What do you think about the new chick?” a guy called Mitchell asked him, snapping him from his thoughts.

Daryl shrugged. “Ain't met her yet,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Okay, but have you seen her?” another guy called Ronnie asked. “I'm telling you, man, hotter than the sun on a summer day. I'm hoping she'll let me hit at least once.”

“How 'bout ya leave the poor girl alone?” Daryl snapped, turning to face the group that was walking with him. “She ain't even been here two days and y'all are already ogling her like she's some prize to be won. Have some more respect.”

“Jeez,” Mitchell whistled. “What's got your panties up in a bunch?”

“Nothin',” Daryl muttered angrily, turning around to walk further into the cellblock. “Jus' wanna get this fuckin' job done and all y'all can do is yap 'bout some girl ya dun' even know properly. I dun' give two flyin' shits 'bout who or wha' ya talk 'bout, but do it after the job's done. Y'all ain't free loadin' here. Do yer job, earn yer keep.”

“Sorry,” a girl called Ariana muttered, sending him an apologetic look. “What do you need us to do?”

“Take those planks over there and take em to the guard tower. Rick wants to fortify it and wants it done by the end of the week.”

“What are you gonna do?” Ronnie asked, crossing his arms as he sized Daryl up.

Daryl glared at him and squared his shoulders, looking down on his shorter, scrawny frame. “Hershel needs help with somethin'. I believe ya can understand tha' if the doctor needs somethin' done, it's considered top priority?”

Ronnie shrunk under Daryl's intense glare, nodding quickly. “Yeah, of course.”

“Great.”

With that, Daryl turned on his heel and set off to find Hershel. He didn't have to search far, however, because Hershel halted him before he could go outside.

“Daryl, over here,” the old man called after him, halting him in his tracks.

Daryl turned and walked over to Hershel, nodding at him respectfully. “Wha' ya need, Doc?”

“I'm sure you've heard of the girl Carol and Glenn brought back yesterday by now?” Hershel questioned, chuckling at the slight groan Daryl emitted.

“Who hasn't? Apparently she's really good lookin'. Her looks has been all people has to say 'bout her.”

Hershel nodded. “Unfortunately, that is true. Only Rick, Glenn, Carol and myself has had the pleasure of meeting her personally up until this point. She's a lovely woman. Had no problem that there wasn't anything to ease the pain when I had to stitch her side and she's more than willing to get up and start working to earn her keep. She won't be able to for at least another day or so since her side needs to heal up a bit first, but Carol and Glenn did good with bringing her back. She'll fit right in.”

“Good,” Daryl nodded. “She a good fighter?”

“From what I understand, she's been out on her own since the beginning. She's not dead yet, so I'd say she's alright,” Hershel replied, adjusting on his crutches.

“Alrigh', now enough 'bout her. Wha' did ya need me to do?”

Hershel gave him an encouraging pat on the back, confusing the archer. “You're going to be one of the very few people who gets to say they met the new girl for the next couple of days. I was hoping you could help her fix her bunk? One of the legs on the bunk broke and she's dead set on repairing it. She won't let me help because she keeps insisting I've done enough for her, so I told her I would send someone else to help. She'll be expecting you.”

Daryl pursed his lips but nodded, parting ways with the older man. He walked over to the cell that Hershel had pointed towards and stopped at the doorway, hesitating to make his presence known.

You had your back turned towards the door, hunched over as you inspected the leg of the bunk. You weren't aware of the archer that stood a few feet behind you, engrossed entirely in your own thoughts. That was, until he spoke up behind you.

“Hey. Hershel said ya needed help?”

You froze at the voice, willing the supposed hallucination away. You slowly rose to your feet and turned, locking eyes with the one person you've been searching for since the world went to hell—your boyfriend, Daryl Dixon.

The moment Daryl locked eyes with you, a whirlwind of emotions flooded his being. Relief, love, happiness, wonder, sadness, confusion and so much more that he couldn't decipher. Although his first instinct was to wrap you in his arms and never let go of you again, he hesitated, refusing to believe you were real. He took a step back, his eyes wide as he looked at you.

You stared back at him with equal amounts of disbelief. You took a hesitant step forward. “Daryl?” you whispered. The man in front of you looked slightly different; a little bit older and his hair was longer, but there was no mistaking it. The man in front of you was Daryl.

Daryl remained silent, his eyes locked on you as you continued to take agonizingly slow steps towards him. He watched as you stopped in front of him and hesitantly raised your hand, bringing it to rest on his cheek. Daryl instantly melted into your familiar soft touch, and that was all the confirmation he needed. Without another thought, he gently grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, tightly clinging to you as he pressed multiple kisses to the top of your head.

“Yer real,” he whispered, a laugh of amazement falling from his lips. “Yer real. Yer alive. Yer actually still alive.”

You laughed quietly against his chest as you held onto him tightly, never wanting to let go ever again. Your laughter soon turned into sobs, tears of relief and happiness falling from your eyes.

“I thought I'd never see you again,” you whispered through your tears, burying your face into his chest. “I thought you were dead, Dar.”

“'M here,” he whispered into your ear, a few tears of his own falling from his eyes. “'M alive. Yer alive. 'M never lettin' ya go ever again. 'M sorry I ever left tha' day in the first place.”

“It's okay. I'm sorry, too. I never should've asked you to cut Merle out of your life. He's your brother. It was unreasonable of me.”

“Nah, it wasn't,” he denied, placing another gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Ya were jus' lookin' out fer me. I never shoulda gotten mad at ya in the first place.”

“Let bygones be bygones?” you whispered against his chest.

Daryl chuckled before nodding. “Yeah, of course.”

The two of you held onto each other for a couple of moments longer until you pulled back. Daryl was about to voice his protest until you pressed your lips against his in an urgent kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms settled on your waist, pulling you closer into him as he kissed you back. There was no lustful hunger behind the kiss—there was only love and longing, two broken parts finally reuniting and mending together as one.

Daryl pulled back and placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I missed ya so much,” he whispered, willing the lump in his throat to go away.

“I missed you too. More than you even know,” you replied, cupping Daryl's cheek with one of your hands. “But I found you. I finally found you.”

Daryl leaned into your touch before turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand. However, he soon pulled away from you and strode over to your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

“C'mon,” he said, taking your hand in his as he pulled you to walk beside him.

“Where are we going?” you questioned, falling into step beside the man you loved.

“There ain't no need fer ya to sleep in there. Yer gonna sleep with me in my cell,” Daryl said simply, pulling you along to his cell.

You giggled but said nothing, silently following him into his cell. When he placed your bags down on the floor, Daryl placed a soft kiss on your lips before stalking out of the cell.

“Where are you going?” you called after him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“'M gonna find tha' prick who objectified ya and teach him a lesson. Yer hot as fuck, yes, that much I can accept people sayin', but Ronnie implied he wanted to sleep with ya outrigh'. He's really gonna regret sayin' tha' in a few moments. Dun' even try to talk me outta it.”

“Hey, Dar?” you called after him, halting him in his tracks. “I love you.”

Daryl smiled at you. “I definitely love ya more.”

[whore4mattsturniolo]

i am a SLUTTTT for a good AU

some of my favs rn because these mfs need more attention ASAPP

@sturnioz's fratboy!chris x shy!reader makes my chest hurt every time i hear something new about them and i cant get enough of it

@y3sterdaysproblem's fwb!chris x fwb!reader literally got me foaming at the mouth over TEXT MESSAGES. shes so insane

@sosasturns' shoota!chris x bottle girl!reader got me in a chokehold. walmart blurb had me ctfu

@cvnntagious's baby daddy!matt x brat!reader is SO FAWKING GOOD plus her bot FREAKY ASLLLL

@snoopychris' nerd!matt x cheerleader!reader. dont even have words im just a whore for nerd!matt like FAWKKK

@mattsstarlet's pornstar!matt x camgirl!reader literally the hottest thing ever and candy is such a cute nickname like hello??? need them to get married rn

@chrissturnsfav's rapper!chris x singer!reader are my babies and nothing bad deserves to happen to them ever

@st7rnioioss's bsf!chris x inexperienced!reader gets me SOAKEDDDDDD literally salivating at the mouth just thinking about them

theres so many more but these are just what i could think of off the top of my head...love yall <3

[coolwyous]

wdyt abt the spidermeg agenda

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i feel like i haven't poured enough thought into spidermeg but i LOVED thinking abt her in this post so here's everything i've thought up since then:

spidermeg is trying to matchmake maphinz: HEAR ME OUT. she lives w sophia in their lil queens apt, they met in robotics club in hs and even though they have an age gap they got super close bc soph ended up becoming like an older sister to her! manon is the cute girl who works in the bodega on their block where meg comes in for groceries. manon is always giving megan stuff on the house bc she knows two college students are prob not rolling in dough, and megan repays it by keeping a close eye on the shop when she's patrolling. there's some weird guys on the block who always whistle at sophia when she walks to the bodega but manon is always super nice and playful when meg and soph come in. megan doesn't love the idea of sophia being hit on in front of her ("oh god, gross") if anyone is gonna flirt w her roommate, she's glad it's manon

she follows all the usual spiderlore where she gets bit by a spider at her internship but for her, she most definitely did not answer the call to heroism right away. she honestly tried to pretend none of her powers were actually real, ignoring the super strength and the insane reflexes. she didn't try to flex them or make the most of them, she straight up just tried pretending none of her powers existed. would prob overcompensate by wearing gloves and trying to not touch anything for a while as she internally freaked out over what the fawk is happening to her body rn

i feel like honestly spidey!meg didn't start the whole vigilante hero thing until maybe someone gave her some sort of unrelated pep talk. i feel like spidey!meg has a huge imposter syndrome, like she knows she can do it but she just doesn't think she's the best person for the job, is too scared to mess things up, feels like she'll hurt someone in the process, wants to ignore it all and pretend it never happened. but maybe manon has a robbery at the bodega that makes megan extra anxious, makes her distracted in classes and at work, and sophia gives her a quick speech of "megan, you are so much more capable than you think. you've accomplished so much doubting yourself, imagine what you could do if you believed you could do it?" and megan feels this pull to start using her powers!!! we love a hero's journey!!

she is a natural web kinda gyal, occasionally it's inconvenient and she could def invent her own silk but i feel like her having natural access to her own webs feels a little more real for her esp bc she prob doesn't invent her suit until way later on!! since she was in denial of the whole spidey thing in the first place

her fav power is definitely the coordination! she used to be so clumsy before the bite and now she's still clumsy but she's fast enough to catch whatever she drops! <3 super strength is a close second though (she loves helping the huzz open pickle jars n shit like that 🔥)

tries to deepen her voice when she's in the suit but immediately gives it away that she's just a dorky loser, gets mad if the bad guys cut her off when she's trying to drop her cool one-liners ("aw man, you ruined the freaking moment,") webs up all the villains in cute shapes like hearts and stars LMAO the police hate her for sure!!! this goofball is the menace protecting the city? the one who is stopping to take selfies with little kids and posing for the newspaper photographers hitting all kinds of goofy poses?

[6okuto-moved]

Could i have the same headcanon of falling in love but for Mhin? Thank you 🙏 😭

MHIN FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | mhin time! >____< lots of mhin fans here... awesome world. in case anyone is wondering yes i do have vere in my drafts. meowww

predictably, a slowburn with angst.

hard to get to know, not because they aren't predictable, or because they're incredibly hard to read, but because they're Fawking persistent when it comes to keeping their guard up. which means you have to be even More persistent. an absurd cycle. but you can get there. You will get there.

i think something that slowly takes down(?) mhin's walls would be showing interest in them past working together and their secrets. asking something more mundane like what their favourite season or meal is, what kind of music they like, if they enjoy rain. they're wary to answer because ?? why are you asking. why are you being weird. but they realize it's nice to think of something else about themself other than being a monstrosity. wow. ow

^ and then maybe doing something with their answer! going out of your way to buy some sweets for them, asking if they're okay when it's super cold/hot because they mentioned not enjoying it. something they've forgotten you even know. it also makes them wonder what your answers would be. the first time mhin manages to ask "what's yours?" is !!!! woah!

another moment might be choosing to be sincere when you could've teased them for something. they give you a look (honestly more often than not, mhin's first reaction is always wary confusion/denial), and you promise you're telling the truth. and they might not thank you or anything, but it sticks in the back of their head while they try to ignore how flustered they feel.

another Little moment might be you catching them off guard by like. being mean. they've gotten used to you pestering and following them. they've gotten used to your list of questions and times where you're walking quietly. neither of you have spoken in 5 minutes, and they're rolling their eyes, thinking to themself "what an asshole" about some guy arguing with a server, and then you mutter "what a fucking asshole" out loud. and they just look at you like ?. and you look back like ?? like i'm wrong. and mhin can't help but snicker or scoff.

when they realize what's going on (waiting for you to find them, looking for you, enjoying your company, etc), mhin starts avoiding you like the plague. all that time learning your schedule/habits has made it easy to avoid you (until you realize what's going on, at least). even places that they enjoyed for themself, they time things so you don't cross paths. it's honestly impressive LOL

they kind of hate it though. they miss you. they tell themself they don't, but they do. yeah they avoid you, but you know, if you both happen to be shopping, they might trail you and notice how you're buying ingredients for your favourite dessert, or how your eyes linger on a necklace before moving on. they just happen to be taking a similar path as you, and it's not like they want something bad to happen, so it makes sense to watch out, even now.

i'm picturing a confrontation where they try to deny avoiding you, then say they're doing it for a reason... and then you ask what this is, what anything meant, if anything. and mhin thinks they've dug themself a grave already and tell you it was nothing, a mistake, you should go home.

and you can either wait for a second confrontation, or call out their bullshit there—they're a liar but it's obvious to you, so what's actually going on? and tension rises and you push a little further until they finally tell you of course they care about you! and their voice might break a little because they don't speak loudly often, and their words dawn on them and they purse their lips—that's why they're trying to stay away.

something something don't push me away, i won't let you push me away, the significance of promising to stay with them, to work through things together and not leaving them alone, of seeing them as something else other than a monster, of seeing them as mhin.

mhin falls in love with your kindness, your open heart that warms theirs until it remembers spring. not just in the way you help them, but the kindness you show yourself, the people around you, your friends. they fall in love with watching you see the world in a way they hope to one day.

they fall in love with someone who perseveres when things get hard, but reminds the both of them that pushing too much or isolating yourself won't help. they'll stand at your desk and watch until you put your things away, or frown when they find you asleep outside of bed, and they know you'll do the same with them. they believe you'll get better at this together

mhin falling in love is pushing themself out of their comfort zone and doing their best to speak, even and especially when they can't think of what to say. it's them finding you in a bad mood and getting you food and offering to listen if you need to vent. it's them opening up and being vulnerable about their past that still hurts them, letting you reach for their hand or hold them when all they can think is that they don't deserve it.

i've mentioned this before but in an established relationship, mhin is softer but...not? they're comfortable to the point that they enjoy when you rest your head on their shoulder, but also enjoy making fun of you and laughing afterward. they don't have to be cold or walled off!! you're getting the real mhin, all sides included!

in general, they aren't a very touchy person. whether this is because they're not used to it or actually don't enjoy it is up in the air in my head. either way, it makes moments of physical touch a little more special! leaning against you when they're tired, reaching for your hand in crowds, letting you tie or play with their hair, etc.

the first time mhin kisses you, you're asleep. it's just a little one on the forehead as they pull the blanket up a little higher. and they keep doing it, because maybe it'll make it easier for when you wake up. they don't realize that you've been awake for the past 3 kisses as you pretend to fall asleep.

they let you watch them do experiments, and if it's up your alley, will listen to your thoughts and suggestions! feel honoured because it isn't a place, or thing that they let just anyone see! even if you aren't very science-y, feel free to give your opinion. maybe something will click in their head, y'know. or just be like, what if you mix red and white to make pink. and watch mhin stare at you like. How did you pick the two that'd be the Worst possible combination. like okay sorry i like pretty colours woah /lh

saying i love you.... i think they'd try really hard. you've helped them so much and they really do care, even if they're scared to say they love you, they know they do, they don't know what else this could be. there's a few times you catch them staring at you weirdly focused, and they're making a face with scrunched brows and pouting lips, and you're like. What is happening. and they chicken out. and get angry at themself for a while.

it kind depends on you, of course, and what kind of person you are. if you're someone who says it easily but never pushes them to say it, they feel grateful but guilty. if both of you keep dancing around it, a little anxiety and insecurity creeps back in when they don't want it to.

it's kind of a big deal for them, so the first time you say it is at the same time. not like Simultaneously saying it, but the same. ...day. at least. LOL. although if they're the one to say it first (somehow??) and you don't say it back until later that night because ?? shock? processing? nervous excitement? they Will be having a rough time dealing with themself, even while they repeat over and over that you deserve time, too, and it's okay, and they shouldn't overthink, etc etc.

mhin is So visibly relieved when you say it back. "were you worried?" "no?" < their head was a cacophony of 27 ambulances and noisy garbage compactors

grahhh i forgot to make a new tag list form. friends. I will make one eventually. but u r still here 4 now. kyaaa | @screaming-wea-sel @semifilms @cvhenia @mitskiologist @leiiii-i @sweet-milky-tea705 @khalixvitae

[shaysplanet]

hey shay! what's it like to have different names in your DRs? do you have a favorite?

it doesn’t really affect me here. sometimes my friends call me by my DR names (i adore them lol) and it feels like second nature to answer to them, just as it is to answer to shay.

there was a time recently where i heard someone SAY a dr name of mine in public and i nearly turned around but realized that they were talking to someone else. and that was weird bc that’s not something i can say I’ve ever encountered before lol.

as for what it’s like, i’ve never particularly resonated with the name i have here because that name is my mom’s name (spoiler alert my first name isn’t shay, shay comes from my middle name). so shay became my identity outside of being her “junior” if you will. it’s very freeing to have different names in other realities, i enjoy stepping into specific lives because i want to experience walking in the shoes of ___. names hold a lot of energy and all my dr selves are quite different even if we share the same core.

and yes, i do have some favorites! (and these don’t have to be my favorite selves or drs, JUST my favorite names)

vittorina g. zabini hogwarts dr literally one of my all time favorites, i love to hear my british boys say it lol

yuey’stel te tskaha mo’at’ite avatar dr this name took me actual hours to come up with but i love it so bad and it means ‘gift from god’ or ‘eywa’s gift’ in my dr

cinder l. calloway hunger games dr, nickname is cin, i also just love to hear katniss say my name lol what can i say i’m a lovergirl down

delilah blue bélizaire true blood dr, no reason it’s just cunt!

pyrina frostmark of the great house vangaros pyre & reign dr which is custom and has all my family, my soul partner paul in his true form and i frolic around as a princess in heaps of gold! (if you know anything about this dr you know i just simplified the fawk outta that lol), pyrina vangaros is my actual name

winter d. k. kosca the oc dr, this name is cute bc my name is winter and i’m literally born on christmas i just like how sweet that is lol

i love questions like this!! thanks for asking

[paintedpeeta]

We don’t talk enough about how it’s canon that Peeta spends a lot of time staring at Katniss. Post war Katniss is probably wondering about his feelings meanwhile Haymitch can’t stand the constant 👀 going on.

The toast babies probably: dad’s intensely staring at mom again

no because i feel we’ve spoken about katniss staring at him (like his eyelashes, and his hands while he works) but he is definitely as down bad as she is. when she sees all of his paintings in catching fire she tells us that she’s everywhere in them... he literally has her face ingrained in his memory.

a lot of the time she’s pretty oblivious, especially early on when they’re both sort of pining after the other but haven’t yet made that leap from friends to something more. When they begin their relationship she’s more aware of it but it makes her pretty shy and defensive at first - he’ll be staring at her when she’s concentrating on something like restringing her bow, or watching her when she wakes up in the morning after a long night together and she’ll snap at him to ask what he’s staring at (she thinks it’s because her hair looks like a birds nest in the latter situation)((and she hates being laughed at)). sometimes they both end up in fits of laughter because he gets caught staring and then they both get caught in a loop of “what?” “what?” “what?”

going back to the painting thing, after they grow back together he probably has sketchbook upon sketchbook just filled with doodles and drawings of her. she doesn’t need to model for him, he knows her like the back of his hand. since he had his memories scrambled by the hijacking, i think it would be important for him to commit his new memories to a physical medium like drawings or photographs (i headcanon that they have a camera for that reason, losing his memories again becomes one of his biggest fears for obvious reasons). she understands his need to do that and so she doesn’t get annoyed when he stares at her while she lounges on the couch because she knows he’s probably just memorising it to sketch later.

it’s not even just the staring either, there’s a lot of stolen glances and wordless communication done only with their eyes. when they’re cooking together or on a walk out to the meadow, he’s always giving a quick look over and a smile at her. when they’re out in a social setting all that’s needed is one glance to communicate that it’s time to go, or when something ridiculous happens they give each other a look and they just know they’re going to laugh about it later that night (please do not do anything embarrassing infront of everlark they will be in bed flaming you and creasing with laughter at your expense. they’re mean as FAWK).

and of course i love the idea of haymitch just being like “blerghhhh can you guys please get a room”. they probably put him through the wringer in those early years and test his stomach strength with their ickiness. their children too learn the hard way that mom and dad are obsessed with each other, or maybe they don’t even notice because they’re so used to it and they think other people are weird.

[kireilien]

hey Lien! what do you think about the prompt of Maki fucking his girlfriend on the kitchen so bad and so messy... when he saw her baking cookies just for him. Hes being so domestic about it and just wanted to breed her to make her his little wife ♡ -🍥

hey 🍥 anon r u trying to make me go insane. i feel like i need to be put in a padded room. my panties need a FAWKING tsunami warning

imagining yourself in a tiny skirt and tiny top, both so tiny, when you put on an apron, you can’t even see them so it literally looks like you’re naked, casually baking some cute cookies for maki. he’s already so fucking hard because of the outfit you decided to “casually” wear but it gets worse when he wraps his strong arms around your waist, breathing in your scent in the nape of your neck. he’s already rutting up against you and it takes no longer than two seconds for him to slip his cock from his sweats, flip your skirt, and slides himself inside. you’re so warm and wet already, he’s already starting to leak more precum when he’s inside ♡︎ god when he starts fucking you, it’s relentless. your face is in the dough, causing flour to cover your cheek, you’re desperately trying not to go dumb and slobber all over the dough you’ve worked so hard for. maki’s a freak he probably would like it more if you did but that’s beside the point. he loves how you’re so pretty baking for him, just how he imagines you when you’re married ♡︎ imagining you still doing sweet things for him when you’re pregnant, he can’t help but be nice to you even if he doesn’t want you to lift a finger. as he’s fucking your pussy till it’s dry, he’s probably already came twice by how much he thinks about you being all domestic for him— he has to breed you full! your pussy and ass is absolutely smothered in cum and just wait a bit more, it’s gonna get even messier!

[elliemarchetti]

My AU Headcanon: after surviving the attack on their house, James had constant nightmares about seeing Lily & Harry dying & Voldemort, Wormtail and Snape taunting for failing them, despite being the great James Potter. It hurt Lily to see her once happy and mischievous husband be in so much pain.

I'm alive! Risen from the ashes like Fawkes!

Lovely anon, thank you for your patience and for sending this prompt, which allowed me to write James from another perspective and analyze his marriage with Lily with a more mature eye.

As always feedback and other suggestions on how to continue this (or any other) story are welcome but I'm also open to having a chat, exchanging headcanons and making moodboards and playlists for your favorite characters/couples.

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After years of uncertainty and terror, with heavy casualties on both sides and entire bloodlines wiped out, the war ended, and the Wizarding World celebrated with displays of fireworks and jubilation. He Who Must Not Be Named was dead, just a corpse made of skin and bones buried beside his father in a forgotten graveyard, his remaining followers were locked up in Azkaban, and peace reigned once again, an outcome Lily failed to truly believe in as she held little Harry to her chest on the darkest nights, in fear it could be their last moment together. They had been lucky to survive Pettigrew's betrayal, something he did not, and Lily was grateful for every quiet day she was allowed to live, but James hadn’t gotten over the tension and the constant fear as well as she did. When there was light outside, from breakfast until he put Harry to bed, everything seemed fine despite the purplish dark circles under his eyes, and at work he was his usual mischievous self, at least according to Sirius, but when he got under the covers, once he had given a kiss to his wife and they both turned off the lamps on their respective bedside tables, he became a mess, clinging to her body as if she was a lifeline. The nightmares hadn’t given him a full night’s sleep for months now, and if sometimes he didn’t feel like talking, if sometimes the only thing that soothed him was sinking into Lily, taking her in desperation, letting her gentle words of encouragement and muffled moan ground him, during others he was more inclined to dialogue.

“He killed you,” he had murmured one night, heavy tears sliding down his sunken cheeks. “You were dead, and he… Harry… I couldn’t do anything but watch.”

It was like this, between stammers and fragmented sentences, that Lily discovered what was plaguing her husband’s sleep, a sense of guilt he shouldn’t have felt, an anxiety he couldn’t leave behind.

“It’s not my fault, Snivellus, it’s not my fault!” he had shouted on another occasion, before sitting up in bed, his forehead drenched in sweat.

“Dad?” Harry had called from the small corridor dividing their rooms, rubbing his eyes with the small fist.

“Dad had a bad dream, love,” Lily had quickly explained, as he guided him back to bed. “Every now and then it happens to adults too.”

“Can you give him this, then?” her son had asked, with the innocence only children possess, handing her one of the stuffed animals he usually slept with. “It will protect him from monsters.”

“He will appreciate it very much,” she replied, taking the fuzzy Welsh Green, his favourite birthday gift from uncle Remus.

“Did I scare him a lot?” James asked, defeated and worried, as soon as she closed the door behind her.

“No, but he wants you to have this, to protect you from monsters,” she answered, passing him the stuffed animal. He stared at it for a while, as if seeing it for the first time, or glimpsing something in his black plastic eyes, and then he hugged it tightly, curling up his knees and bowing his head until his dishevelled hair almost touched his arms. Seeing him like this, it was evident how young he actually was, how the weight of the carefreeness the war took away from them weighted on his hunched shoulders.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, breaking the heavy silence engulfing the house. “I wish I was stronger, I wish I had been able to do more, but instead I had to hide like a rat, I had to wait for others to defend my family for me.”

“We’re all alive, and that’s enough,” was all Lily could say as she caressed his bare back, where the bones of his spine visibly protruded. When had he gotten so thin? When, among the pile of things he had to care about, had he stopped considering eating a priority? Just two more questions to add to the thousand she would have to find an answer, a solution, to alone, so as not to break the young man who that night slept hugging his son’s stuffed dragon.

[kie-kois]

MAJOR XO KITTY S2 SPOILERS I’M YAPPING

prepare for an extra long reaction post :3

ok so i’ve only watched 1 and 2 as of now but this will update as i continue

guys i actually might frow up OKAY OMFG DUDE THE FIRST FUCKING EP “but you did smile” DO U WANT ME TO JUMP? DO U WANT ME TO JUMP DAWGGDHDJFJNGMDHSH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

second ep dude juliana is SOOOO messy and honestly i think her and yuri might break up 😭😭😭 i can’t even be mad at her tho it makes her rlly rlly interesting. also i was so excited to see q and jin i’m soooo so excited to see how that develops BC JIN IS ALSO MESSYYYYY 😭😭😭

i also am not even upset abt stella/minho honestly bc while i don’t ship them like whatsoever IJBOL iiiii think stella is also rlly interesting i can’t wait to find out more abt her and i’m also just so strong (read: crazy) in my belief abt kitty/minho endgame so i’m believing that stella/minho won’t deter that LMFAOAO BC GUESS WHAT!!!! THE THROWBACK TO THE FIRST MOVIE AND MINHO GOING TO SEE IF SHE’S OKAY BOOOYYYY oh my god he never ever hesitates to go check up on if she’s okay it hurts so bad she’s always first in his heart i’m so serious… sob

also i was not expecting to like praveena as much as i do my 3rd favorite ship for kitty! i just do rlly appreciate how she’s someone who can sorta kinda be stress free for kitty bc like established she is outside of the immediate friend group

end of ep 2 BITCH WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

i’m like halfway thru ep 3 rn kitty and minho banter welcome back return of the king. also i rlly love how dae can sing it’s so good he’ll find someone thru that i’m sure

finished ep 3 and 4 during school here is everything i thought while watching

KITTY AND YURI KISS WE ALL CHEERED THANK U LORD ok yea i think yuri and juliana r breaking up bc DAWGGDFMSKDFJ

i'm sorry it's just killing me how minho is still subtly always looking out for kitty he always has her back no matter how much he likes to act like he doesn't he covers for her w no hesitation and IT HURTS SO BAD

ALSO GUUYYYSSS EUNICE AND DAE????!?!?!?! THANK U THANK U THANK U I WANTED DAE TO BE HAPPY EVEN AFTER KITTY i'm so glad he's able to move on sob sob sob

MY POOR MINHO 💔 i'm sorry when ppl around him r all like "give ur dad a chance!" i'm like yall u should know DAMN well 😭 FACK HIS DAD BRAH

i'm sorry praveena deserves better FACKCMFSLDK kitty i love u but please u know damn well u're not over yuri please do not play w this girl's heart she was supposed to be completely uninvolved

BITBCHCHCHCH I FIGURED SOMEONE WAS GONNA FIND THE LETTER BUT AN ENTIRE GROUP??????? OF PPL BITCH

DAE AND EUNICE R SO CUTEEEE I LOVE THEM GUYS I'M SO HAPPY FOR HTEM

KITTY 😭 KITTTTYYYYY UR FACKING LETTER no this is so humiliating it's being read out loud i'm so serious i would have to kill myself KITTY q in the back stressing bc he knows exactly who wrote it and who it was addressed to OMFG 😭

minho and dae r so funny abt jin omfg guys tbh i get mindae however i just also think abt it in the same way i do abt kittyuri halp

WE ALL NEED TO DIE RIGHT NOW MINHO PLEASE GAWWDWDWFDW U R ALWAYS LOOKING OUT FOR KITTY AND THE THROW BACK TO THE HOT TUB AT THE SKIING TRIP BITCH PELASESAEJEJASLKDF THEY HAVE TO BE ENDGAME I'M GONNA FUCKING VOMIT i'm actually going to throw up and cry dude we all need to jump

he got into the hot tub clothed for her guys. guys my fucking stomach u cannot fawking tell me they will not be endgame the thousands and thousands of parallels to lara jean and peter i'm actually gonna vomit GUYS 😭 minho is just so sacrificial for her in a way we do not see for anyone else oh my god my fucking stomach

THE FUCKING HUG R U KIDDING ME THNAK U THANK U THANK U THANK U JESUS FUCKING CHRIST TEARING OUT MY HAIR

ok sorry idc that stella saw them LMFAOAOAO

yea i’m sorry dae deserves to be mad LMFAOAOA like yes him and kitty were broken up already but dudeeee it was so fresh and minho rlly did just confess when he wanted to

AAWWW YURI TALKING TO ALEX 😿😿😿😿 THE HAN SIBLINGS

UGH GUYSSSS. GUUUUYYYYSSSSS MY MINHOKITTY 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i like how we got a moment where minho’s there to witness kitty finding out things abt her family bc those r always important events to her

i’m laughing at how they definitely amped up the minho calling kitty “covey” thing bc he is DEADASSSSS the only person who calls her that and it is almost every single time he calls out her name like GAWWDDD 😭😭😭

OHHHH MY POOR KITTY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 guys every time minho is there to comfort her i am just the most glad i ever am 😿 he always picks her up when she is down he treats her so dearly it hurts i’m so happy she has him

he want that cookie so effing bad yall…

DAE’S DAD????? NOOOO NO OMFG

PETER’S HEERRREEEE YAYAYAYAYAYAAASS AAUAUUUUAUAUAUU 😭😭😭😭😭😭

U’RE FACKIMG LYINGNGNHSJSNDJJFJJDNSHHEH MINHO RUNNING INTO KITTY AND PETER YES YES EYYEYESSSSS RIGHT EXACTLY RIGHT BC THEY’RE ENDGAME YAYAYAYAASSSSS MEETING THE BROTHER IN LAW

that’s actually so funny that peter and minho beef (/lh) i should’ve seen that coming entirely

“he totally still likes you he calls you by your last name” CLOCK IT PETEEEEEERRR

YAAAAYYYY DAE AND MINHO MADE UP YAAAAYYYYYYYY

yuri and kitty too thank god 🥹🥹🥹🥹 guys they mean so much to me

STELLA WE ALL KNEW LMFAOOO but honestly i can’t even be mad at her u go girl! also bc this gets kitty and minho tgt LMFAOAOAO

ok no BUT NO I DON’T WANT THEM TO GET TGT THIS SEASON i rlly do want to see kitty’s feelings for him develop more AND IF THEY GET TGT THIS SEASON AND IF THERE’A A S3 I DON’T WANT TO RISK A BREAKUP PLEASE

ok nvm it was kitty’s dream HAHAJFAJ YESSSS THIS IS PERFECT

guys so much happened i screamed every time minho came on screen w the music ALSO THE RAIN SCENE BITCCHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 OH I WANTED TO SOB MINHOOOOO AND I GOT TO THE END OF EP 7 MINHOOOO U WANT THAT COOKIE SO EFFING BAD “if you touch kitty—” BOYYYY

AND HOW THEY BROUGHT BACK THE “a little bit. or, a lot.” LIKE GEYEYEYAYAYAYAASSSS GUYS THEY WERE MEANT TO BE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

guys. oh guys that was a wonderful ending oh god it ended exactly like i wanted it to the slow burn is killing me but i’m glad it’s there i LOVEEEE slow burn

actually the only part in this season i rlly rlly cried at was when the grandmas reunited 🥹🥹 that was such a sweet part of the plot also the margot return that was so good

MINHO 😭😭😭😭😭 LETTING KITTY USE HIS DAD’S PRIVATE JET 😭😭😭😭😭 GAAAWWWDDDD

i’m actually heartbroken abt yuri SHE got her heartbroken AND NOW SHE’S BROKE TOO? WHAT DID MY DARLING GIRL DO TO DESERVE THIS if things don’t look up for her in s3 i’m gonna kms for real

[missycolorful]

It's important to remember that the Antarctic Empire, and therefore SMP Earth, is essentially canon to QSMP. (as far as I'm aware) (it definitely will be for this post, so shhh)

Think about all the destruction, mayhem, and cruel things Philza did on SMPE. How nothing held him back. He committed so many war crimes with a damn smile on his face. As part of the Antarctic Empire, he took over the world.

And if SMP Earth Philza is also q!Philza, then it's interesting to see how much has changed since the old days. How, before being thrust into Purgatory, he's been chill and minding his own business. Never really got into conflicts, never caused mayhem or destruction. The only exceptions are two occasions: a) when he returned to the eggs being missing, and he lava casted the Presidential Building, and b) at the Guy Fawkes event.

(Which as I'm typing this I'm realizing. The Guy Fawkes day was an event set the day before things went to hell. An event designed to create mass destruction. An event in which the capybaras gave Philza all the power and control, to blow up with so many stacks of TNT. and Philza fucking loved it. Perhaps to just give us a taste of what's to come.)

But anyway! Philza hasn't really delved into chaos on this server all that much. And even in the beginning of Purgatory, what he has been saying about the Red Team being underdogs is true. They weren't off to a great start; the first day and a half were hell! And yes, he only killed in self defense. He didn't trust the eye worth shit. And of course, he didn't want to hurt anyone. And I'm sure that is still true.

But as time as gone on, as the days have passed, the underdog statement just isn't the case now, as they've embraced what has made them strong, even if they are lacking in other places (i.e. not a lot of PVP players, no enchanted equipment). And they've done some questionable stuff. The situation with q!Rivers, for example. And also one I don't see mentioned which, I think was Day 8? When Phil just. Stole a saddle and a stack of potatoes from Blue Team's base while he was taking/replanting their crops. But still, Philza wants to justify these actions. "It's the bolas way." "it was for a quest" "we did this cause this." He wants to believe that what he's doing isn't bad, because he's just trying to survive in purgatory, right? Philza is a survivalist, this is how he survives.

Then we had today, where Philza's intense gameplay shined. He fought so many people in PVP, didn't even take a second to hold back, used his impressive minecraft skills to work his way to Green's base, and he killed the statue. He went wild today. Just imagine, Philza, wearing the Bolas gas mask, descending upon you with a sword, with no mercy. No, not just Philza, but the Angel of Death.

I think this is what Purgatory wants out of him. Right? Because clearly, Purgatory wants to bring the worst out of everyone.

I also think the reason that q!Phil tries to justify so much of his actions isn't simply ruled as hypocrisy (though it's a bit, in a way) or, in meta, born from self deprecation. No, there's something more to it.

It's because Philza does not want to be corrupted by Purgatory. He refuses to accept that it's dragging him to a dark place. A familiar place, even. I genuinely believe that Philza simply does not want to be like how he was all those years ago. Destructive and cruel. He doesn't want to go back. He's not like that anymore. He's a better person now. He doesn't want to hurt people, and I absolutely believe that. That's different, though, than saying I won't.

[mariacallous]

Well … we finally got to 5 November. Of course, you know the story. Once upon a time, there was a bad guy who wanted to set fire to a country’s political system. Metaphorically, but also literally. I mean, he wasn’t subtle, this guy. This Guy, I should say, because his name was Guy Fawkes. Why – who did you think I was talking about?

Because time’s a great healer, Britons now celebrate the thwarting of this truly awful Guy’s insurrection with fireworks, fires and organised effigy-burning. But the good version of those things – not the kind we do when we go out of a football tournament in the later stages. We’re still working on teasing out the family fun in those particular moments.

Incidentally, before I proceed further, a word about the timing of this column, which I am writing on Tuesday morning but which will appear in the Wednesday print edition of this newspaper. That is My Struggle, assuming there isn’t a monopoly on that working title in the current news cycle. And even without those challenges of the calendar, it is impossible to know how many people out there are catching up with the Gunpowder Plot on a time lag. Furthermore, there will be long-view historians who will argue that we still don’t actually really know the ultimate knock-on results and/or fallout of it all. So if you are catching up with the whole story on tape delay, beware of spoilers that will follow. Please look away now if you want to experience the magic/horror [delete as applicable] as if in real time.

So anyway, our Guy. Not only was he a very bad hat, but he wore a very bad hat – a signature piece of headgear that simply screamed MAKE ENGLAND PAPIST AGAIN. And this Guy swore he’d overthrow the political leadership of the country by any means necessary. Blow it all up, burn it all down – this was his plot. He could really drone on about it for hours to like-minded people. Other details? He sometimes went by Guido, because nobody – NOBODY – loved Hispanics more than him, or had done more for Hispanics than him.

Anyway, the fateful day approached. Despite the highest possible stakes, some of his henchteam couldn’t quite keep their mouths shut about it all. One of them actually wrote down a semi-cryptic warning about what was coming, and sent it to a lawmaker called Lord Monteagle. I think it was done on parchment, but it could have also been a social media post on X (which back in the 17th century was known as Twitter).

Even though people will say any old thing on parchment, something about the message properly unsettled Lord Monteagle, who shared the post with King James I. As for the precise mechanics of that share, let’s assume Monteagle quote-posted it, adding a topper along the lines of: “They hath said the quiet part out loud.” Or maybe “out Loude”. My understanding is that spelling was a bit of a free-for-all at the time, and there was a lot of unnecessary capitalisation in some people’s posts.

At this point, the king had a number of options. He could have regarded engaging with the incendiary language about incendiary devices as beneath his dignity, and not at all befitting the civility politics of which he regarded himself as the perfect embodiment. He could have got a period celebrity to come out in his favour and denounce it. Which one? I don’t think James would have nailed down the composer William Byrd (he’d gone Catholic in the 1570s and might have endorsed Fawkes) – but William Shakespeare was coming off a huge box-office hit with Othello and was in development with King Lear. He’d have been ideal; people always do what playwrights say.

But in the event, the king basically responded by going: “OMG Monteagle – if someone tells you who they are, BELIEVE THEM THE FIRST TIME.” Two of his team officials were immediately dispatched to parliament.

By this stage, the Guy was in situ and well on his way to realising his plan. He was found by law enforcement down in the palace of Westminster’s cellars, with a slow match and a watch – presumably one from the Fawkes Signature Collection (advertising slogan: “Time is money so you wear a watch that matters”. There was also a pail of Diet Coke to sustain him through the night, some touchwood, and 36 barrels of gunpowder.

Despite being busted in what you’d think was a pretty open-and-shut way, I imagine that aides from Fawkes’s conspiracy scrambled to “walk back” the idea that some bad stuff was in the process of going down. Their precise words are lost to time, but no doubt they’d have wheeled out a few of the classics. “This is just Guy being Guy – you shouldn’t take him so seriously.” “It truly saddens us to see ye olde fake news media lying that he meant any harm.” “He was just dressing up as a bomb-maker to show solidarity with our great blue-collar munitions workers.” Or my personal favourite: “These barrels of gunpowder are just a metaphor.”

What a Guy. The rest is both history, and the future that liberals want. So whichever stage of the great timeline we’re at by the time you read this, I suppose we have to at least consider that one day, people will simply enjoy some kind of jolly annual commemoration of whatever it was that happened. In the meantime, I desperately hope Guy Fawkes day is/was everything you wished it to be.

[ackee]

lonnnnng ramble about deadpool since i saw dp3. no spoilers of the movie, tho!

anyway i had a deadpool hyperfix in 2021, i watched dp1/dp2, read the original DP comic run(s?) that are well loved, played the 2013 game, etc. unfortunately i have adhd so i dont remember anything that happened in any of those as that was 3 whole years ago. but deadpool is cemented as my booboo keys forever now, so.

i saw dp3 today and hmmmm. ill get my thoughts of the movie out of the way first, it was... it was gratuitous fanservice. but its fun Enough! even if it kinda. started nowhere & didnt go nowhere either. for 2 hrs. ❤️but whatever. and MAAANNNNN so much of the jokes go on too fawking long! like they'd hit if it was just 10 seconds shorter. soooo many timeeesss!!

but could not tell you if it was a good end of the franchise, or if it built on 1/2 in any kinda interesting way. whats her face (googled, its yukio) still had a terrible wig. theyre so bad. worse than nickis in 2009 like whats going on there. anyway

lots of cameos im happy to see. One Hour through the movie tho, i checked the time because i was just like... so much of this shit coulda just been CUT OUTTTTT because it wasnt funny or necessary! AUGHHH

i also like... snarky, witty deadpool. he can be immature too thats fun. but present day dp be so.. annoying but not in a fun way sometimes.

i feel like deadpool has eras w/ how people write him.

1990s/early 2000s (snarky, witty, 'i gotta laugh to keep from crying' type beat) <- my favorite

2010s (lol so random taco chimichanga)

present day (extremely sexual/crude/immature)

i think i like 2010s the least of them all because it definitely has a.... End Date. like its very dated. i remember playing deadpool 2013 and being like oh wow. this truly is from 2013 <3 (derogatory)

but i dont particularly love Today deadpool either. its.. fine enough? live action deadpool (ryan renolds) is present day. a lot of recent deadpool comic runs still be in the 2010s.

GIVE DEADPOOL HIS DEPTH BACK PLEAASEEEE.. or at least give him his slightly more grounded personality back.. i miss it bad. -_- but whateva..

im gonna go reread his 1997 run to remember why i started loving him in the first place...

[abbysunderwear]

hey bestie i just saw ur post about cait supporters and i am so sorry these dumb bitches are yapping at you in the notes. some people absolutely REFUSE to connect class struggles to racial struggles and if you make a point about how their views on working class and poor people shine a light on how they view poc they'll start whining about how you're mischaracterizing them and being bad faith

your og post was highkey so fucking right and you shouldn't be bullied for not wording your late night rant post diplomatically enough for unexpected strangers online to debate you about

(also. personally i have never met a nonwhite cait defender so ur math checks out in my book)

THANK YOU BRO THEY DONT ACTUALLY READ WHAT I SAID AND THEN CALL ME RACIST?!?!? I myself am a mixed person and yet I was told I hate mixed people like huh and i definitely meant it to be more about class but I see how it didn’t come off that way. That’s not to say that it is still indeed more poc that are low class but they might call me racist for that too! All I was saying is cait did some bad things yeah but my post was about her supporters, I’m convinced they all just skipped over that like or something and i myself know poc who like cait but they don’t defend her very clear bad actions and honestly if they come for me for this then oh well have at it!!!! Also I literally love you thanks for actually understanding what I was saying 💗💗😭

(Yes I’m adding tags to that person who called me out on it fawk you)

[niyalationz]

what in the mother FAWK was bad blood 😭😭

Ok #rant ahead sorru guysies..

(Assuming kayfabe here guys ok ? Ok!)

Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf. Wtf. Wtaf.

1. even if i dont like liv, it's like theyr purposely trying to make her look weak. her whole reign has been about running away and cheating; idgaf if shes a heel. She still needs to PROVE she deserves the title.

2. i hate how this entire feud is all about dominik. Like doesnt rhea have a new man ?? Gtfo.. and the announcers constantly pushing this narrative that rhea still loves him the ENTIRE match was genuinely so annoying like stfu stfd and do ur job ho 😭😭

3. as a huuuuggee rhea fan, i wouldn't of even cared if liv won the match. Because there was nobody to get involved and cost rhea to lose, she was guaranteed to win in a way that would show everyone she can hold her own against anyone and deserves to have that title. She managed perfectly fine without TJD on her side before, so why can't she now?

4. o ya, raquel def fucked the match up. She came in to early, caused the DQ, and still tried to save it. Also, it was so anticlimactic how she came in. She should of had her theme song playing and she should of came out AFTER rhea was hitting dom.

5. this match was so obviously scripted it hurt like wtafff. I know i said 'assuming kayfabe' up there but cmon now. I will NEVER understand why rhea didnt just pin liv right then and there and maybe beat up dominik after. Even if raquel came out after she had pinned liv and beat her up, Rhea would still have the title and at the end of the day that's all that matters.

6. can we pls talk abt jhea? the writers started this like a year ago and are just now adding onto it bcz of the betrayal , but they've already ruined it before it even started. zero interactions two shows in a row (which i do understand the first one,, i wouldnt want my son to watch me wrestling + flirting with another woman that isnt his mother), but BFFR. Not even a behind the scenes of them talking? All we've gotten is them posting stories of one another. Come AWN neow HHH !☠️

7. okay so now were breaking up the terror twins. 💀 idk if triple H is trying to make Liv look weak or just ruin rhea's entire career. these bookings and plot line is ass and they did this w sasha banks tew. Look where she at now 🤷🏽‍♀️ anywayyy,, i dont get WHY they would break them up either. It also sort of ruins damians character and their bond w eachother that wwe has built up for years + the irl bond they have. Damian has sacrificed his own body to protect her, and now he got one win and all of a sudden he needs to go solo and leave a broken up rhea behind? NAW. He would not dew that. If u told last week Damian abt ts he'd slap u silly and knock the mario coins outta u.

8. i lowk stopped watching after that roman and cody match bcz i didnt care to see the rest so idk what all happened after that, so spare me guyss...

9. honestly,, jimmy coming back made me happy as a mf. Holdon let me show yall

10. Do i gaf thats not they names.. nooo not rlly lol haha anwyays

11. am i happy that my baby daddy roman won? Hell ya!

12. am i even happier that he came back for cody? HELLLLL YEEEEAHHHHHHH

13. am i confused at the rock comin back and not saying shit? ..yes

14. but anyways thats js my take on the situation. Maybe it's tew much yapping and not alot of sense behind these words, maybe it's just me seeing the drew vs punk first and expecting SO much more. I was expecting like rhea 2 go dummy crazy on Liv likkke. I wanted to see Rhea 'the bloody eradicator' ripley beatin ho's ass! But anyways i guess not 😭😭

15. i guess this isnt the end of the feud? Idk.. adding raquel into beef that should of just been rhea vs liv was a dumb ass move idc !

16. bye yall 😛