#we will both walk hand in hand

[batsplat]

Jerez 2005 | Misano 2019: Valentino Rossi and Marc Marquez celebrate victory on enemy soil amid booing from the spectators

[creepydixon]

i LOVE your ideas for dark!claimer!daryl 🫶🏻🫶🏻 if you’re able to, maybe you could write some headcanons or a blurb for daryl finding a girl (reader) who is younger and maybe recently left her group and he decides her wants to claim her first and he gets her? you can change any details! thank you!

| I love your work! Especially Dark!Daryl’s kinks. With the Claimers, how do you think Daryl would claim a girl? Also the leader of the Claimer’s name is Joe if you want to use that - anon

Dark!Daryl with the claimers and claiming a girl No real warnings. Girl being over 18. Claiming. SFW I think?

Daryl had once again left the men. Once again the men had pissed him off. With their constant yabber and fights, their tasteless humour. Sure, Daryl had also tasteless humour, when he was in his teenage years and went to the parkinglots parties. Smashing down letter boxes while riding a kids motorcycle, laughing loudly to piss off the rich neighbourhood they roamed at.

But those days were over. Focus were on surviving and claiming stuff. The black trashbag hung over his shoulder. It reminded him how he might look like a serial killer he used to watch on TV late at nights. When his old man had finally drank himself drunk and passing out, Daryl could sit up and stare until dawn at the grown up movies that went endlessly on the screen at nights.

Even if Daryl walked ahead of the claimers, he could hear their complaints. "Yer balls itching so fuckin' bad ya become a pussy?" Daryl heard Joe, their leader mocking chuckle to one of the men complaining. Daryl didn't even bother to glance over his shoulder to see the man getting pissed off. Typical sensetive men, they always being the biggest complainers in a group.

As Daryl kept walking, listening to the men scoffs and chuckles, his ears caught something else up. A rustle. It was low footsteps. Daryl dropped his trashbag and picked up his crossbow. He never passed the opportunity to take down a walker, the satisfying feeling of seeing the rotten body fall limp to the ground and bleeding out red and thick dark red blood was a picture of his frustration. Sometimes he would kick them when they lied there limp on the ground, although, it didn't take out his anger completely.

Daryl hid behind a tree, ready the walker would come closer. He listened for a while– but it was different. Usually, the walkers are attracted to noises, and with the mens' loud chatter, it should be a dime for the walkers. These footsteps seemed to walk further away. Daryl's mind soon made it clear, it wasn't a walker he was hearing, it was a person. And a person always had useful supplies. Daryl glanced behind the tree, seeing the person disappear through the trees. Obviously, the person was avoiding them. It meant the person was alone and seek to hide or sneak away before getting spotted.

Well, unlucky for that poor soul. Daryl was fast to follow, crossbow at the level of his eye as he quickly followed.

"Stop righ' there," Daryl said when he saw the– girl.

The girl, who had her back towards Daryl, froze in her steps. She wore a backpack, dressed up for the mild fall. Daryl glanced at her hair, looked quite clean, the clothes were whole.

"Turn aroun'," a growl slipt out of him when he spoke. Watching the girl turn slowly around. Her wide eyes, her mouth slightly open as she looked at Daryl.

She was young. Daryl could tell she was past the teenage years, but still young. Looking terrified when she saw Daryl pointing a crossbow at her head. Her fingers itching, he could see how she wanted to flee, run and hide. And a rush of adrenaline went through Daryl's veins. A girl. On her own. God, how many times he has jacked off to imagines of fucking a woman endlessly and get it all out, tasting every drop of a soft body that quivers in his arms.

Daryl hadn't noticed he had walked up closely to the girl, his crossbow lowering, the arrow head pointing at her chest. Her soft round cheeks, the hitched breath from her when her wide eyes looked up at him. He could already imagine how his fingertips would hold her chin to make her fully look up and expose more of her throat.

"Well, well, wha–" Daryl heard Joe's voice behind him and before Joe could even say something more, Daryl grabbed the girl's arm.

She let out a gasp and tried to jerk off from him. "Claimed." The girl looked both confused and terrified when Daryl had uttered the word, but he let his fingers dig into her arm to make sure she wouldn't run off. Only holding her and stare into her eyes made his blood rush through his corse.

"Damn," Joe chuckled and the men went oddly silent, envy crossed their faces as they saw the girl. "not even sharin'? C'mon Daryl, we are a team." "I claimed. En' of story," Daryl said low and glanced over his shoulder. He saw the mocking grin on Joe's face, and the bitter frowns on the other men. Like Daryl had just bitch slapped them and now they were silent. It was oddly good feeling, seeing how they hadn't been fast enough.

"Righ', righ'. Well, welcome ta da' group, miss," Joe grinned as he took the lead, tossing Daryl's trashbag towards Daryl, landing right infront of Daryl's feet. "Fucking rednecks," a man muttered as he passed Daryl and the terrifying girl.

Daryl made sure they all passed him before he turned his eyes to the confused girl over what had happened in the spawn of a minute. She blinked several times like she tried to understand what had happened, before she started to jerk, and wiggle to try to get out of Daryl's grip.

"Let go," her voice was so light, it took everything in Daryl to not make her squeak to her more of her angelic voice. "Ya deaf?" Daryl growled low to her, jerking in her hard enough so they were inches from each other's faces. "I claimed ya. Means yer wit' me. Yer under ma wing now."

Daryl leaned forward, making her hitch her breath as she saw how close he got. He leaned forward to her ear, his lips brushing at the top of her ear. Smelling her natural scent of sweat and hair. Her hair tickling his cheek. He whispered so low, only she would hear like the faint of a wind.

"And yer gonna be a good girl tonigh' and make sure the other men hear ya when I fuck ya."

[faaun]

my research partner and i are huddled in a blanket in paddington waiting for a too-late train i already miss you and you and you

[way2gosuperrstarr]

watch my body disintegrate into a pile of ash like a cartoon character who just got struck by a lightning bolt (JOINT PAIN JOINT PAIN JOINT PAIN JOINT PAIN) (just got off work)

[sergle]

I really really REALLY enjoy when Hugo gets to meet people/kids and gets petted. It's fun for me to just stand back and watch, especially since he'll happily let kids get all up in his face.

[cienie-isengardu]

[fairyroses]

— SMALLVILLE, “Wither” (6.03)

[grapecaseschoices]

i know people dont like playing warrior in da. but grappling hook has to be one of the sexiest and coolest moves ever on a per-specialization ability tree.

[incoming-wormhole]

Got any Carson Beckett headcanons? 👀

I cannot think of anything more than the one that's been rolling around in my head for days.

This is inspired by that one throwaway line from Irresistible in which Rodney talks about Carson being able to walk on his hands.

When Carson was a wee laddie, he went to the circus with his family and was absolutely inspired by what he saw. He takes up gymnastics at school. Even though he chooses to go into medicine for university, he keeps up the gymnastics as a good outlet for all his studying stress.

[euclydya]

We're at our grandparents' house and we're understimulated as fuck and I just found out our body's double jointed bullshit follows us in-sys too this shit's great

[ratatatastic]

you two...affectionate but only when the highs of winning or alcohol are involved...i see...

[cosmic-walkers]

"Have I not begged you often and often to reconcile with me? And have you not refused?" is probably my favorite Thomas quote, because it's the perfect mixture of yearning, anger and begging and then acceptance.

[auroradicit]

Battle Couple. n. This is the kind of couple where bullets figure prominently in the story of their romance. Where "war buddy" and "significant other" are synonyms. If you harm either one of them, the survivor will kill you as surely as the sun rises. Their mere presence increases the chance of a Back-to-Back Badasses scene to nearly 100%.

daryl & sabi + tv tropes for @backwaterscum

[whatisthisnonsense]

"mutants are poc analogy" "mutants are queer analogy" Listen, X-Men and as such mutants as a whole should really be disability representation, and I mean representation and not analougous to it they just occassionally also get to blast ice while having furniture not built for them, struggles with keeping their mind in the present, and constantly having people casually discuss sterilizing or euthanizing them and being considered either dangerous or simply incapable of understanding when they get mad about this. But nobody is ready for this conversation.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Full Tech Day One pic today from kiko laureano (denizen of skid row / ensemble) & video (that's four seconds of "ya never know" playing over the static image) from & ft. marcia milgrom dodge (director / choreographer) double captioning "there might be puppets in this musical ;)" & "Well Shake my hand! Come see LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS @guthrietheater featuring @actually_will_roland's hand!"

[hershelwidget]

wait hang on

HANG ON

DO YOU SEE MY VISION