I Fell To My Knees In Kmart

This game has consumed my conscious and unconscious thoughts so I made a poster for my wall

I have never seen anything more true written on this website

Now i am sure this has been said before

But

Inej Ghafa and Kaz Brekker are just the straight version of Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten

No cause I can imagine this going so so hard, the edits that people would make from it too- I can picture it now-

tkm teaser with a bunch of quick cuts and snippets of people in the show (news anchors, the foxes, other teams, etc etc) all saying neil’s name so it’s just repeated, neil josten neil josten neil josten, then abrupt cut and black screen and then we flash to the scene where after nathan is murdered and nathaniel is laughing, borderline hysterical and saying to the police: “my name is nathaniel wesninski”.

I keep thinking back to my Neil  + languages post and frankly, I don’t think I went far enough. I mean, the whole multiple languages thing was mainly use for drama in the books, and the fandom mainly uses it for romance in fic, but have we considered the pure fun of it.

You know what? AU where none of the Foxes speak less than three languages.

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The driving force of Clancy (album but also the guy) is "I was supposed to be better by now." You were supposed to grow up and be past this. You were supposed to be "normal." Isn't that what you always used to promise yourself? What everyone promised? That it would get better One Day? When is that day supposed to come? When you're 25? 35? Maybe everyone was wrong and it never comes. Maybe you will always feel like you're the worst you've ever been when a new depression episode hits. Maybe you will truthfully always be as suicidal as you were when you were 14, but now you just have more (practical) reasons not to do it. Maybe you never really recover from the trauma and it just grows and changes with you. Maybe you're always going to feel like you're a half step behind everyone else your age because you spent all your golden years locked alone in your bedroom wishing you could stop existing or at least become someone else. Maybe you will always feel like you're lying to everyone when you act like you're fine. Maybe they will always pity you. Maybe this time around they'll finally admit what you already suspect, that they're tired of you and tired of this, and they'll leave.

And the theme of Clancy is, actually, really, you have gotten better. Every time. Even if you can't see it yet. And they're all still waiting for you, like they always have before, and like they maybe always will. People want to see you at your worst because they love you. You just have to swim a little to get to them. You just have to look yourself in the face sometimes

there is something so personal (and tender) about andrew taking kevin’s glove and arm guard off— like this is truly my roman empire i think about this a lot.

Tw: Self Harm mentioned

Danny moves in with the Wayne's. They know nothing about his vigilante life or lab incident. They know he's had bad parents, and that it was a bad home life, but nothing else.

And everything's going great! It's amazing! Everything is so nice there!

They're bonding, Danny's feeling safe (finally he doesn't have to deal with constant threats on his alter-ego) and it's amazing!

You choose whether he knows about the Wayne's past time or not.

But they slowly start realizing that... Danny wears long-sleeved shirt 24/7. In summer, he complains about the heat but when someone suggests he take of his shirt, he replies, a bit snappy; "hell no."

When they go swimming he wears those full-torso swim suits.He refuses to do anything that would mean uncovering his torso and arms.

So, the Wayne's think he is doing sh. And they ovbiously worry.

Did Danny not feel safe around them? Was there an issue he needed help with but didn't tell them? What was wrong that he felt like self harming?

They begin to tell Danny how loved he is a lot more( everyone in their own ways) and they offer therapists and offer open communication without judgement.

And Danny just... doesn't get it? Like, it's great, his family is showing him they care, but, why are they offering him therapists and websites he can talk to people for help? Granted, he probably needed them, but they don't know about his side-job.

In all honesty, he doesn't like showing his arms and torso because of his scars and stuff from the lab accident and fights with ghosts. But he doesn't realize that his family thinks he self harm's.

Make your own ending to the idea!

Maybe he tells his family! Maybe he gets summoned! Who knows!

there are many great incidents of Andrew being a straight up menace in the trilogy but one of my favorite scenes is actually one where Andrew does nothing particularly violent but just shows up at Neil/Matt’s room for literally NO reason other than to bother Neil

this boy just shows up and interrupts Neil’s much needed homework time JUST so he could personally let Neil know that Kevin wouldn’t be having their regular night practice, then after checking to see if there was anyone else home (there wasn’t), proceeds to invite himself inside their apartment and into the kitchen, muses aloud about how he was undecided on his opinion of Neil and whether or not he thought Neil was just really stupid (but lucky) or really clever (but untruthful) - spoiler alert: it’s all of the above - while Neil was literally standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM, and then checked out the contents of Neil/Matt’s fridge, helped himself to a beer, threw the beer can tab at Neil when he realized Neil wasn’t paying attention to him ( “I come over to bother you and you have the audacity to IGNORE me?? Who do you think you are??” ), then Andrew decides that Making Out >>>>>> Beer, went over and proceeded to make out with Neil and get him off, kicked Neil out of his own kitchen to finish himself up, went back to the fridge and calmly finished his stolen beer, and then was like like aight I’m out and just upped and LEFT–

leaving a poor confused asf Neil staring into space at his desk unable to get any more homework done that night 

he’s a MENACE I’m telling yall

Compass

Masterlist | The walking dead Masterlist

Requested : No

Song : Compass - The Neighbourhood

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Afab! reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Contents : mutual pinning, slightly canon divergent, best friends + grumpy + sunshine :)

Word count : 2.8k

Have a great day / night !!

If I don't have you with me, I'm alone You know I never know which way to go

A sigh of relief left your lips as you watched the walker in front of you drop to the ground with an arrow in it's head. "C'mon, this way." he instructed, pulling you along with him. You followed the male, watching your steps and making sure to step over the roots in the ground and bodies. "I'm sorry." you grumbled, grunting to yourself as you felt like you were holding him back. Daryl was a great survivor - hell, he was the reason the pair of you were still alive since the outbreak started.

"Nothin' to be sorry for." he responded, shrugging it off as you walked through the trees, now at your temporary camp. "There you are." Carol gasped, checking you over before pulling you into a hug. "I'm okay, Daryl found me as always." you joked, seeing him frown as he knew you were trying to make light of the situation. He nodded slightly before walking back to his tent where Merle was sitting, shaking his head. "You're going soft, baby brother." he taunted, sending you a sickening smile.

"Shut up."

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I think I need you with me for all-time When I need new direction for my mind

You sat there, bouncing your knee anxiously. Rick, Lori's supposedly 'dead' husband had shown up and helped the rest of the camp on their run. Yes, you were happy he had helped but in the process, they had left Merle on the rooftop. In the city that was currently swarmed with walkers. As expected, Daryl hadn't taken the news lightly. Even though Merle could be an absolute asshole (a massive understatement) sometimes, he was blood and the others needed to understand that.

"I'm going to talk to him." you mumbled, loud enough for at least Carol to hear over the hushed arguments between Rick and Lori. "Are you sure?" she asked, wrapping the blanket around her tightly. She knew you meant well, but when Daryl was mad, he often said stuff he didn't really mean. "I'll be fine." you assured her, letting her take a deep breath before agreeing, watching with a cautious gaze as you approached him.

"Dar?" you called as you approached him, watching him turn around with anger, his face softening when he realised it was you. "Hi." he spoke, it coming out as a whisper. You grimaced, sitting down next to him, leaving a bit of space between you. "He'll be okay. We'll go find him in the morning, Rick said he'll come." you tried to comfort, Daryl humming in response. "He's the only other family I've got." he spoke up, voice cracking slightly. There hadn't been many times where Daryl had been this vulnerable - the only other time you could think of was when you were teens and you'd seen the marks he'd received from his father. And just like then, this broke you. "Who's your other?" you asked, confused as to what he was referring to.

"You"

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You listen to my lectures on the phone

"Absoluetly not." Daryl argued, shaking his head at your idea. You scoffed, looking at him in confusion. "Why not?!" you huffed, eyebrows furrowed as you waited for his reasoning. Last night, he had agreed to you helping them with finding Merle and now he was suddenly against it. "It's the least I could do! I can't stay in this camp." you defended, holding your head in your hands and laughing in disbelief. "Too many walkers." he spoke up, placing his bow down next to his tent. "There's walkers around us every day. What difference does this run make?" you reminded. There was not a single day where there wasn't a chance you could fall victim to the walkers - but not him.

He had sworn to himself since the news of the outbreak, he'd keep you safe. Not that he had ever told you, but he didn't care. It didn't matter if you felt the same and would do anything for him, you were his priority, and he'd do everything in his power to keep you safe. And that meant leaving you here. "I can't lose yer as well." he raised his voice, regretting it as he realised the tone it came out in. You had froze, either because of the tone or what he had said, and it killed him to not know which one. "Daryl-" you spoke up but he cut you off, getting up and making his way into his tent.

"Jus' stay here, please. G'night."

----

Breakfast was different to normal. You had been relatively quiet, the rest of the group noticing something had happened between you and him but no one dared to ask. He was more tense, a mix of fear for Merle and also because of the whole incident that had happened last night. You finished your food up while the group got ready, all piling into thie vehicles. "Daryl, hurry up." Rick warned, watching as he picked his bow up. "I'm comin'." he bit back, putting arrows back in his quiver. You looked at Carol and Lori who both gestured their headds towards him making you sigh.

"Daryl, wait." you huffed, tanding up and walking over to him. He raised an eyebrow, facing you as you stood a few steps in front. "Hm?" he grunted, you gaze glancing between him and the group waiting behind him. Emotions got the best of you, wrapping your arms around him as he tensed up, not expecting you to hug him. "Be safe." you whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up. Eventually, he wrapped his around your waist, head on yours. "I'll be back, I promise." he assured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away and giving you one last glance. As he walked away, you failed to catch a glimse of the gentle blush that had settled on his cheeks.

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You help me find the treasure in the hole

It had been a few days since the Greene family had let you settle on the farm and Sophia had gone missing. You had all noticed the shops in town and realised the group would be needing a stock up on food soon. "Who wants to go?" Rick sighed, looking around as some of the group muttered amongst themselves. "I'll go." you offered, needing a break from the area. Once again, it had gotten a bit suffocating, tensions high amongst the group between each other and your hosts. Shane stepped forward, going to say something before Daryl cut him off. "If you go, I go." he ushed, looking at you and then at Rick who shrugged. "Okay." he smiled.

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Handing him the hairpin you had on you, he moved it around, pulling the chains and lock once he felt it open. "Stay close." he ordered as you walked in. "If you want me near you, just say that." you teased, grinning as he rolled his eyes at your words. "Shut up." he huffed, walking along checking the shelves. Most of the shelves were empty or the food was way off, alreay rotting away. "Here." you spoke up, jogging over to the other side where a bunch of cans caught your eye.

"Holy shit." he gasped, seeing the amount you had found. It wasn't the best food, but it was enough to last you longer than you thought it would. "Let's get it back." you suggested, seeing it was starting to get dark slightly and he hummed in agreement, picking up the cans you couldn't and walking behind you, a hand on your back guiding you back to his bike.

You had put them all in the container you had brought with you, attached to the back of the bike. He sat down, waiting for you to join on. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist hesitantly. He moved them slightly, making your grip on him tighter. "If yer want me near yer, jus' say that." he mimicked, laughing as he got revenge for your antics earlier.

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You'll tell me if I'm acting like a fool

"What're yer doin'?" Daryl questioned, turning Carol to face him with a grip on her arm, earning a glare from you. "Keeping an eye on you." She responded, looking up at him with a worried look in her eyes as you watched them interact. "Ain't you a peach." he grumbled, circling her. "Daryl." you warned, shooting Carol an apologetic look. "We're not gonna let you pull away." you huffed, knowing he was having one of his rants.

"You've earned your place." Carol commented, turning his attention back to her. "If yer spent half yer time mindin' yer daughters business instead of stickin' yer nose in everybody else's, she'd still be alive!" her raised his voice, standing right in front of her. You let out a gasp, looking at him in disbelief. You went to say something but she raised a hand, silently assuring you it was okay. "Go ahead." she egged on. "Go ahead n' what?" he asked, stepping back slightly. "Man, jus' go. I don't want you here." he bit, swinging his arm up.

You looked between them frantically, scared it was going to escalate. "You're a real piece of work, lady. What you gonna make this about my daddy or some kinda crap like that?" he continued, watching as she didn't let her emotions show. You intertwined your hand with carols, squeezing it for a second. "You know Jack. You're afraid, you're afriad 'cause you're all alone. You got no husband, no daughter. You don't know what to do with yourself." he ranted, making you have enough and try and pull her away. "Let's go." you whispered, looking at her in concern. For a split second, you were sure his face altered, seeing how much he had upset the pair of you.

"You ain't my problem. Sophia wasn't mine. All you had to do was keep an eye on her." Daryl shouted, a wince coming from Carol. A silence set over, the pair glaring at one another as her hand tightly gripped yours, now squeezing it more than ever. He looked down, guilt filling him slightly as he saw your hands connected. "Go." you ushered softly, pulling her as she looked back in concern, seeing you not follow her. "I'll be there in a bit." you assured, watching her retreat back to the house, standing on the porch just to keep a careful eye on you.

"There was no need for that." you spoke, turning back to Daryl whose expression didn't falter. "It's the truth." he murmured. You sighed and looked at him, still in disbelief. "That was her daughter. You should know how it feels." you reminded, cautiously taking a step back as you mentioned his brother, seeing him look down. "She's probably struggling to process it all. Our luck was going to run out eventually, don't blame her." you defended, Daryl not responding. You scoffed, knowing he wouldn't apologise. "Find me when you're ready to apologise. I'm starting to think you're just the same as your brother." you grumbled, walking back to the house. He stood practically glued to the spot, watching as you both disappeared into the house not sparing him a look. Now he had messed up.

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I know that you're not something to lose, now

"Where are they?" Daryl asked Carol, riding back as he made sure to get away from the walkers that had practically taken over the farm. "I don't know. They...they were with me and we got separated." she admitted, feeling his body tense up. He continued going, his head feeling light-headed as thoughts raced through. What if you weren't safe? What if no one found you? What if you had gotten bit and either already turned or become their meal? "Don't jump to conclusions, I'm sure she's with someone. She's strong." Carol tried to convince him, as well as herself as the anxiety ate away at the pair of them.

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"Can we just wait a little longer?" You tried to convince Hershel, not wanting to leave until you had found the others. Your group was strong, and you refused to believe that you four were the only survivors. As if on queue, you heard the familiar growl of the engine approaching, a gasp leaving your lips as the familiar bike pulled up, with the two people you were closest to. Another car pulled up behind them, more people visible followed by another vehicle. Hershel smiled, squeezing your shoulder as they all pulled up, everyone going to their people.

Carol pulled you into a quick hug before crouching down and hugging Carl. You leaned against the car, letting Rick greet Daryl before he climbed off his bike. You were caught off-guard when you felt him wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. "Thought I'd lost you." he mumbled, his hands cupping your face as you rested yours on his wrists. "Not that easily, Dixon." you smiled, allowing him to press a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into him tightly. His head rested on yours, swaying you slightly as he caught Carol's eyes, who raised an eyebrow at him knowingly.

Maybe he was soft for you.

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I've got something to confess I keep you in my pocket to use

Changing into the fresh clothes that had been put out for you, you made your way back up to the cells, taking two portions of the food that had been made and thanking Carol and Hershel. "Can you go and check on Daryl?" Carol whispered, nodding as you knew she was just slightly worried about him considering the past few days. Carefully holding the bowls, you made your way up the stairs, seeing him laying on a mattress he had dragged out onto the perch, his eyes closed.

"Hey." you smiled, holding a bowl out to him as he opened his eyes, sending you a thankful smile back. "Carol wanted me to come check on you." you informed him, sitting next to him on the mattress as he moved slightly, giving you space. "'m fine." he chuckled, shaking his head. "I know. She just cares about you. And so I." you said softly, eating your food as a comfortable silence settled.

Once you had both finished, he put his bowl on the desk, holding his hand out for yours and stacking them before returning back to his previous spot. "You sure you're okay?" you asked, earning a smile from him. He held an arm up, gesturing for you to move closer and putting it around your shoulders. "Better now." he grinned, making you huff as he chuckled, seeing the heat rush to your cheeks.

"I care about yer too." He admitted, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I mean it." he paused, when he saw you weren't convinced by him. He knew he wasn't the best at expressing things nor showing any emotions but he was sure he'd do anything for you. He opened his mouth, going to speak but getting cut off by Beth. "Sorry, uh, Lori asked for you." she informed you before heading down, over to the food. You smiled apologetically at Daryl, moving away. "I'll come back later, okay?" you commented, earning a hum from him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before getting up and walking over to the cell she was in, his eyes not leaving you once.

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You're my only compass

You kept your promise, returning to Daryl after you had finished with Lori, chatting about whatever came to mind until you had both given in to the much-needed sleep. Daryl was leaning against the wall, a pillow behind his back, while you were cuddled up to him in his arms, his grip firm but tight.

"Are you sure?" Glenn asked, whispering and looking back at Maggie who nodded. He pressed the button, cursing as the flash went off due to the slight lack of light in the area, waking up Daryl. "Go away." he grumbled, not opening his eyes. Glenn placed the polaroid carefully in his arms, before running back down the stairs. Daryl furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stretched, feeling the photo. He stared at it for a few minutes, scoffing and then smiling to himself.

"What are you smiling about?" you asked, nuzzling your head into his neck. "Nothin', just somethin' Glenn took." he shrugged going to put it down. "Show." you asked, curious as to what it was. You mirrored his smile as he showed you, seeing the photo of the pair of you in each other's embrace, sound asleep. Peaceful - something that was rare nowadays. "Get him one when I'm awake, don't keep that." you moaned, Daryl shaking his head as he grinned at you.

"Na, gonna keep this one, pretty girl." he smirked, resting his forehead against yours and his eyes darting between yours and your lips. "Kiss me." you whispered, Daryl, wasting no time in connecting his lips to yours, your stomach filling with butterflies as a spark went off. You knew, no matter what happened, you'd be safe with him and he was home.

I might get lost without you