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skz-rin · 27 days

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『📜』 ── Her friends (oc version)

RINVY ᡣ𐭩

╰ name — Ivy Jennifer James

╰ friendship timespan — 11 yrs

╰ contact name — ivy (gen's version) 🌱🍵

╰ about ↴

Rin met Ivy in the dance room of JYP, It was late night and because of some system error they had both booked the dance room for the same time so they ended up bumping into eachother as they tried to open the door at the same time. Coincidentally there was another evaluations team who was practicing there and quite frankly the team looked like a mess so these two decided to be gracious and let the team use the practice room with no other available option they went ahead and grabbed a late night snack together and thus ended up becoming fast friends.

Their hangouts mainly consist of dressing up real fancy to take pictured and then going to some nearby convenience store eating snacks and gossiping. They make frequent appearance on each other's instagram stories and captions for photo credits. Rin gives competition to Yeonjun on who is Ivy's biggest fan atp. As soon as Ivy releases new music you know Rin is immediately going live to do a subtle album review (she likes every song all the time).

ROSIELIA ᡣ𐭩

╰ name — Jihye Park

╰ friendship timespan — 5 yrs

╰ contact name — roseraie 🌹🍫

╰ about ↴

Rin's has always been a huge fan of seventeen especially Rosalie and she thought that getting to work with woozi on an I.O.I song was the peak of her fan experience but obviously not. Rosalie heard about Rin after fans left comments under her lives about she has to meet Rin because they're both females in big boy groups and they both lived in France for long periods of time. Rosalie did a bit digging into it and found multiple clips of Rin gushing about her and decided to be a good senior so she had Woozi arrange a meetup in jyp under the pretense of talking something about lyrics and went to surprise Rin, and that is how the two became friends.

These two don't meet all that often since both of their groups are extremely busy all the time so they tend to make do with text conversations and phone calls. They both have writing credits in eachothers solo songs and are constantly talking about featuring with eachother so much so that even the fans are aware now. When they talk, they talk only in french and they love it cause it's like a secret language and their extremely nosey members understand very little of it.

SUNRIN ᡣ𐭩

╰ name — Sunhye Kang (Misun)

╰ friendship timespan — 5 yrs

╰ contact name — sunsun ☀️🐝

╰ about ↴

Rin and Misun originally met in August 2016 when they were both promoting with their respective groups at the same time and they got to talking, but they were merely acquaintances at that time and the two got closer during 2019 when stray kids and nct dream did a collab stage. That was when these two really started talking to and got to know eachother well.

The og astrology girlies fr. They know everything about everyone, literally no one is safe if you think you are safe no you aren't they have your birth chart and every rumour you've ever been a part of stocked away in some file. They have sleepovers and spend the entire nights trying to solve conspiracy theories and rumours that are circulating, they bulletin boards for this and if you enter the room it would look very much like two detectives trying to solve some class crime lmao.

MARIN ᡣ𐭩

╰ name — Madison Kim

╰ friendship timespan — 5 months

╰ contact name — mad kween 🌸🩰

╰ about ↴

Rin has a secret mission to be friends with or atleast get to know all foreign idols so when she found about Maddie she pulled a few strings and had a friend of hers (Soobin from txt) ask his friend (Seunghan from riize) for Maddie's number and then she texted Maddie with the excuse that she had heard Maddie was a former ballet dancer and thought it'd be cool if they could bond over it, then they got to talking and are currently in the process of being friends.

They haven't met in real life as of yet due to schedule clashes and such issues but they text eachother frequently and can spend a long time just conversing with eachother about various topics!

RINWON ᡣ𐭩

╰ name — Jeong Chaewon

╰ friendship timespan — 3.5 weeks

╰ contact name — cinnabon 🦔🍦

╰ about ↴

Rin met Chaewon at paris fashion week for one of the shows. Rin noticed the girl just standing there awkwardly, she recognised her as one of the soloists that she had heard about and also remembered her being significantly young so she decided to approach her. Rin went up to her and just started talking to her as if they were old friends to not make her awkward, they exchanged numbers and decided to stay in touch even after pfw so that's how the friendship started.

Their pics clicked by fans at pfw went viral with many shocked to see the two interacting due to their contrasting energies but Rin's overly energetic behaviour causes Chaewon to get out of here shell a bit more whereas Chaewon helps Rin stop and just enjoy occaisionally.

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keepittoyourshelf · 2 years

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Here is a full summary of the ACOTAR subreddit in its entirety, so you don’t have to waste precious brain cells and moments wading through the bullshit just to find one lonely soul who might share your opinion on the books:

Us: I think Tamlin/Nesta aren’t as bad as most people think and they deserve good things in life.

Them: NO THEY HURT FEYRE AND WERE MEAN TO HER.

Us: But Feyre has kind of acted the same way to other people and hurt people the same way she’s been hurt. Isn’t that hypocritical?

Them: NO

Us: Why?

Them: BeCaUsE

Us: Why? In a real world situation it would be and behavior like that would not be tolerated.

Them: iT’s A bOoK

Us: Right, but words have power and can influence impressionable/immature readers in a significant way.

Them: FEYRE IS A KWEEN AND SHE DOESNT DESERVE THIS TREATMENT.

Us: So you would be okay if someone who supposedly loved you made you dance naked in front of strangers just because he wanted to piss off someone else?

Them: HiS iNtEnTiOnS wErE GoOoOoD. ALSO HE IS HOT.

Us: But Tamlin thought he was doing the right thing too by protecting Feyre?

Them: HE IS BLONDE

Us: …

Them: ALSO RHYS IS MoRaLlY gReY

Us: So then by that logic Tamlin is too?

Them: NO

Us: …Why?

Them: BECAUSE SJM SAID SO SO ITS CaNoN.

Us: Ok fine but I’m just saying this is one way the text can be interpreted.

Them: CaNoN!

Us: So Tamlin losing his temper because of misdirected fears is worse than Rhys sexually assaulting Feyre, denigrating her, subjecting her unwillingly to public humiliation, drugging her and taking away her ability to consent, not to mention mentally manipulating her and subjecting her to unnecessary physical harm?

Them: YeS. MoRaLlY gReY, member?

Us: But Tamlin never willfully physically harmed her.

Them: HIS TEMPER MAKES HIM ABUSIVE.

Us: Okay, so if he’s still abusive how come he’s so well regarded by his court? How come you never see him hurting members of his court or, say, murdering people just cause Amarantha says so?

Them: Because.

#anti feyre #anti rhysand #anti feysand #anti sjm #pro tamlin #anti acomaf #anti acotar #anti inner circle

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a0random0gal · 8 months

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Criston calls the woman who coerced him into sex a cunt ONCE and hes a raging misogynist... he said no 😭😭 i finished the series on the weekend and got into the fandom just a little AND THE BULLSHIT I HAVE SEEN, to an extent i understand, theres an inherent distrust of men who clearly dont like a woman and express that (butttt i mean people are actually shipping blonde bitch with her blonde bitch uncle or stanning him and he's... actually sexist and awful but... wtf(not to say you cant like shit characters, its just the hypocrisy), and the show is very clearly on blonde womans side of things so i get that some fans are just gonna follow that and not think about it. BUT IF YOU DO think about it it dont make sense

also why did alicent marry her kids together, ive heard that in the books old king man did it and that its kinda against alice's religion? could have misheard head that and maybe i missed the explanation but that never made sense to me.

Oh how I get you anon, when I first entered the fandom I too was bombarded with these posts hating on Criston, Alicent and the greens and was left speechless. And yes, on one hand it can be excused (to a certain extent) but on the other it highlights their hypocrisy.

Hating on the kingsguard who was coerced into sex? That's completely excusable how dare he insult our kween!

Insinuating that their little malewife is actually a horrible misogynist who calls every woman he dislikes a whore/bitch and literally CHOKES his wife for not wanting to immediately go to war ( after also not consoling following a stillbirth)?

You just don't get his character, he's our little meow meow!

These Daemon fangirls aren't older than fifteen in my opinion lmao.

Regarding Aegon and Helaena's marriage, yes in the show Ali betrothes them but in the books Viserys is the one to do it, and there are various reasons as to why:

It removes the risk of alliances. If the green kids had all been married to powerful noble houses like the Baratheons, Tyrells etc... The risk that during the dance they would have sided with the greens was quite high, and Viserys wanted to defend Rhaenyra's claim.

Helaena was Ali's only daughter, and since she was to be married this young it made sense that the queen wanted to keep her close to her.

Aegon is a better alternative than Jace, Viserys probably told her that he wanted to marry Helaena to either Aegon or Jace, and Ali would have never accepted a marriage with a bastard.

It simply follows the Targaryen tradition of "keeping the blood pure"

This one is fucked up but, it was thought to be a solution to Aegon's drinking problem and sex addiction, it wasn't.

Regarding Alicent's faith... I imagine seeing her kids marrying each other was super freaky, but she always knew that Targaryens married within the family and her marriage with Viserys was an exeption. Also the faith of the seven by that time had already decided to tolerate Targcest.

#Daemon also bashed his first wife's head in with a rock #Weird mf #house of the dragon #hotd #alicent hightower #pro team green #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #anti viserys i targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #pro criston cole #criston cole #asks

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gojuo · 8 months

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This is not the Dance anymore,it's a PARODY of the Dance. Sunfyre will be enteraly erased and his arc will given at piss pathetic lizard Syrax. Queen Helaena and Alicent are hated by the smallfolk throwing rotten food at them,Aegon's bravery and determination will be deleted as well his wish for protecting his family, Rhaenyra being a coward tyrant never will be portrayed on the series, the smallfolk is so mysoginist they will rebel against "good kween Rhaenyra", we'll have an entire ansgt scene of Alicent being more heartbroken for Rhaenyra's death than by her grandchildren. Daeron doesnt exist and the showrunners have Alicent poisoning his first and last son to avenge the "rightful KwEEn"

#yeah......................................#anti hotd #anonymous #answered

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fresh2definitely · 5 months

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Heyyu for the Spotify thing please do 12 and 45

HIIIII miss yew kween hope you are doing well 😌

OK sooo 12 is The Lonesome Boarder, Pt. 1 by Dear Nora

annndd

45 is Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most by Dance Gavin Dance

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dickfics69 · 1 year

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Emotional Motion Sickness | A Rickyl ficlet | Part 6

rick x daryl

AO3

Summary: Daryl gets sick before a supply run, and denies it vehemently. He is a big tantrum baby. Rick is constantly worried and drama ensures.

Chapter Summary: The group finally arrive at the house. Daryl can't control his nose in danger and danger happens. They go into the house and find it's booby-trapped by a serial prepper/conspiracy theorist. They break off into twos. This chapter follows Rick and Carl.

AU: This fic has some timeline and plot-point changes. They are still in the prison and the second Governor fight never happened. He died in the first one and the last few months have been them adjusting to all the new Woodbury inhabitants. Rick and Lori broke up when Shane was killed, but Rick still lost his mind when she died. Daryl and Rick have just recently gotten together. Farmer Rick era is lot shorter than in the show. An original character is introduced for plot furthering purposes.

Content warning: adult language, sickfic, mess, snot, bodily functions, hurt/comfort, vivid nightmares, adult content, 18+ for eventual smut (still deciding hehe), original character

Word count: 4.5k +

My Daryl Dixon playlist

Ty to @dumbslxtclub for being my grammar kween and hype girl

Chapter 6: Welcome to the house of fun

The muddy path up to the old brick mansion was longer than any of them had expected. But they travelled as Rick instructed. Fast. Silent. Lethal. Only stopping to take out the stray walkers who had ventured into their orbit. Never breaking ranks, they were an insuppressible quartet. God, Rick missed this. The thrill of the chase, the weapons on his person. It’d been a long time since Rick had been out on the road, really long, actually. Following the advice of Herschel Greene, The Deputy had focused most of his attention on farming, trying to set a good example for his tweenaged son, who showed an uncanny apt for necessary violence. Trying to preserve Carl’s innocence was hard, as Rick lust after the battle just as much as he did. He had also appointed a council to make decisions with him, so he wasn’t solely to blame for shit ones. Stll, he had longed for this exhilaration. Thinking back, Rick hadn’t been out on a run since he and Daryl had confessed their feelings for each other. Shaking his head, he pushed aside harmful thoughts about their ability to work together. Today was just an exception. However credit where credit was due, since his tantrum in the woods, Daryl had managed to keep his shit together. Maybe the sick man had come to his senses. Rick wasn’t particularly hopeful, but he hadn’t heard a single cough or sneeze or sniffle for well over forty-five minutes. So maybe?

Coming to the end of the overgrown trail, the group emerged in front of an expansive clearing of wild uncut grass, and a motley of wandering walkers. The red-brick beauty seemingly towered above them, set high atop vintage foundations. It called to them teasingly. Rick subconsciously gestured with his hand, immediately feeling the presence of his partner at his side. Just as it should be. They glanced up to each other simultaneously, their telepathy unmatched, unwavering. Spotting an old rusty truck peeping out of the untamed garden, the pair gestured together, calling the whole group to the visual blockade.

Rick knelt down to oversee the expanse of danger that lay ahead, Daryl squatting down lower beside him. The younger two fell into formation next to the hunter. They needed a distraction to draw the walkers to one spot. Glancing at his immediate surroundings, Rick spotted a stray tennis ball under the dilapidated vehicle. He picked it up and tapped Daryl on the shoulder. The other man immediately withdrew his lighter and handed it over. It was an intimate dance of knowing. Bringing flame to fibres, Rick stared at the orange glow for a moment before launching it well out of sight. The group watched the swarm of hungry walkers meander to the distraction. Rick was satisfied, maybe the risk would be worth it. A knowing, sharp intake of breath to the right of him dismantled the confidence he had felt momentarily. With heaving shoulders, Daryl launched forward with ticklish explosion.

“H’AATChoO…Hh’EsTCHUU…ugh.”

The irritated blasts echoed through the nature around them, igniting furious shushes from three separate generations of frustration. Before anyone could vocalise a thought, Rick clamped his hand hard around Daryl’s nose, desperately trying to control the situation.

“Theheh fu-hehgk?” Daryl’s voice was barely audible, but was filled with consternation and confusion.

Without a thought and running on pure instinct, Rick whipped the other man’s face into his abdomen, attempting to muffle the volley of sneezes that sought to exacerbate the danger surrounding them.

“H’mmpht…mMPHht!” The fittish sneezes ripped through the thin layer of fabric separating nose from naval. Rick could feel every muscle convulsing from Daryl’s weak yet powerful body. A calloused hand grabbed The Deputy’s waist to steady the vessel behind it.

“You done?”

A swift yet subtle shake of the head tightened Rick’s grip as they both embraced for another onslaught.

“Hah’mmphst…nggmmpht…heh…h’MMPHTchuh…” The weakening of the frame pressed against him indicated that the fit was over. The leader of the group continued to hold the sick man hard against him, a sickly nose crushed hard above his pant line. The hand of support continued to linger at the small of The Deputy’s back, sending a rapid shiver through his extremities. An exhaustive wetness spread from the mouth of his beloved, permeating through flannel and cotton, settling on the fine hair that peaked out from his waistband. They breathed heavily together, one consideringly more congested than the other. Rick was not oblivious to his sudden arousal, but with danger so imminent he refused to bask in it, hoping that Daryl couldn't sense the blood rushing to his crotch.

He could. Daryl momentarily dipped into a state of deja vu, head being thrust into his partner's crotch, wild hair clasped tight in a fist of unwavering strength. The archer relished a peculiar kink, and briefly whisked his mind away to a comfortable place of safety and sexual longing. However the snot bubbling out of his nose brought him immediately back to disgusting reality. The vice around his face was suffocating, taking him back to the choke hold Shane had inflicted on him, way back in Atlanta. Anxiety surged and ferocity grew. Daryl abhorred being manhandled in such a weakened state, even by Rick. Especially by Rick. He gathered his strength and shoved the man away from him, a line of mucus breaking the last of the intense contact.

Rick fell back to the ground, staring back at icy blue eyes that wore the same bewilderment and anger that he too felt in this confusing moment. Before anyone in the group could cast an opinion on the matter, the sounds of bodies slamming into the other side of the vehicle broke them all out of their otherworldly stupor. Shit.

Scrambling to their feet, the four initiated their premature attack. Daryl snatched his trusty crossbow from beside him and launched a bolt into the walker closest to his partner. Rick immediately pushed forward. Knives to hilt driven forcefully into brain matter. The thin whistle of flying daggers rose above the hungry growling. Peri seized a rusty pipe from a pile of debris, plunging it hard into the skull of the walker she had just kicked down. Blow after blow, Carl annihilated them, sizable blades in both hands. Suddenly two sets of rotting hands grabbed him from behind. An arrow came hissing past his head, breaking him out of the undead vice. Daryl was perched atop the ancient truck, taking out the animated corpses at long range. Rick was tackled to the ground by two of them, only able to coordinate the execution of one. He struggled against the weight of them on his torso. A spatter of blood over his face. Forceful blade plunged deep into the cranium. Daryl kicked the limp bodies off his partner, and pulled him up by the hand. A bloodied knife in the other. The team continued to fight ferociously, until the final walker dropped to the ground.

The familiar stench of rotten flesh drifted up from the ground, mixing with a steady downpour of rain. The group stood where they stopped, catching their breath indefinitely. The thrill of the battle had them all running on unadulterated adrenaline, always taking a minute post for reality to catch up to them. Daryl braced himself hard against the old truck, desperately trying to replenish his drowning lungs of oxygen. A wet cough snuck out, drawing a vexing glare from Rick who stood nearby.

Rick watched the other man trying to collect himself, a flicker of immense sympathy emerging briefly before being crushed by irate exasperation. Logically, Rick realised that Daryl couldn’t control his bothersome nose, but the entire series of irresponsible decisions and willfulness had led to the culmination of everything going to shit. Rick tried to recall a time where his partner had been this fucking difficult but came up immensely short. He poorly convinced himself that Daryl would be fine, persevering on muscle memory and customary instinct.

“Rick, you good?” Peri’s voice broke him out of his maladaptive ruminations. A woman he hardly knew, but sadly trusted more than the love of his life at this moment.

A simple nod from their leader was enough for them to advance towards the expansive building. Approaching the door, Rick held up his hand stopping everyone. He pressed a keen ear up to the ornate door, rapping hard against it with his hand. The others followed suit, banging on the external windows in a bid to draw waiting walkers out. They paused, listening intently. Not a sound from within. Strange.

Rick turned the doorknob slowly. It was unlocked. As he pushed the heavy door inwards, a sudden alarm sounded, making the group jump in terror.

“The fuck is that?”

“What the hell happened?”

“Someone turn the damn thing off.”

Voices shouted against the ear piercing reverberations. Daryl aimed his bow at the speaker above their heads, silencing it with one swell draw.

They looked at each other with panic surging. What the fuck was going on? Rick opened the door a fraction again, stopping when a rugged hand met his shoulder.

“Ya sure ‘bout this?”

“No,” Rick responded, opening it anyway. They needed this.

The door opened to a widespread foyer, a thin layer of sunlight streaming in through the barricaded front windows. A grand staircase rose from the middle of the room. As the group entered the architecture, several strange additives came to life. The high ceilings were decorated with a multitude of silver coat hangers. Cardboard and newspaper clippings painted the towering walls, concealing a once decorated paper print. A thick coating of dust sat settled on any flat surface it could. The party moved slowly, attempting to make sense of their bizarre surroundings. Carl inched backwards, head tilted back, gazing curiously at the ceiling. A force stopped the boy at his ankles and the next thing everyone knew he was on his back in an instant. The blaring of heavy metal music deafened their eyes beyond the point of thought.

“Someone turn it off!”

“WHAT?”

“TURN THE DAMN MUSIC OFF!”

Daryl focused his bleary eyes toward the ceiling, flicking between two enormous speakers. He trailed a cluster of wires down through the corner of the room to a small radio, hidden on a table between piles of manila envelopes. The roar of music stopped in a fizzling instant, a sharp bolt shattering the threatening technology.

“Shit.” Rick swore to himself, a dull ringing still throbbing in his ears. They all waited on baited breath, convinced of being live bait to an immense walker horde. Yet nothing came. Again.

Peri walked around the sizable table in the centre of the room, holding a hand out to help Carl from the ground. Daryl squatted down to where the boy had tripped from, delicately running his finger across a strand of fishing wire, pulled taut.

“Damnd psycho got the whole place fuckging tripped!” Daryl arose with fretful pace, taking a few steps towards his partner, a pleading look in his eyes. “Rick, I gott’a bad feeling ‘bout this.” His tone was rushed. Urgent. Revealing the same trepidations that the man in front of him felt.

“Daryl…you were right before, man, we need this. S’fine, we got this far.” Rick attempted to keep a level head against all the mounting evidence that they should book it and run. He inhaled deeply, turning to include the younger members of their team. “Okay, this is fine. I dealt with a guy like this before the turn. Serial prepper, illegal booby traps and sound complaints. But he never rigged anything to hurt anyone, s’all for themselves. Sounds trigger to alert intruders. By th’looks of this place, no ones lived here for a while.” He ran a single finger though the dense dust layer to prove his point. “Walkers are our only threat, so we stay vigilant, on high alert, and we move slow. Y’all got that?” They all nodded tentatively.

“Al’right. Carl, you’re with me down stairs. Daryl, you take Peri up, find as much as you can.”

“Combon’ Rick-”

“-Daryl, shut up.” He sensed an almost audible eye roll emitting from beside him. He didn’t know what Daryl had against Peri, but he didn’t care enough right now to find out. “The sooner we get this done the better.”

Carl made a point to step over the fishing line that had foiled him earlier, whether it was attached to anything or not. Rick ran a hand through his son’s hair as he approached. Daryl huffed, snorted loudly and made his way up the steep staircase without another word. Peri made to leave but the Deputy called her attention with a quiet psst.

“Hey would you uh…keep a…y’know, keep an eye on him?” Rick asked sheepishly. He didn’t love the idea of having someone spy on his sick partner, but Peri was as close to a doctor as they were getting today. As shitty as Rick was with him, he feared Daryl succumbing to his sickness. She dipped her head in a show of solidarity and understanding.

He responded with a silent ‘thank you’ and watched her skip up the stairs to join the man responsible for all his consternation and woe. ‘Out of sight out of mind’ he thought, before bringing his hands down to his son’s shoulders affectionately.

“Let’s find the kitchen eh?”

“Pretty sure it’s through here, dad.” Carl moved to the left of the foyer, standing in front of a mahogany wooden door.

“How’dya figure that, Carl?”

“Just a hunch, I guess.” Carl went to turn the knob with haste, forcing Rick to step in.

“Hey! What’d I just say? We gotta be careful, Carl. Open it slowly.” Carl took heed and opened the door a crack. His father was glued to his back as the kitchen became visible, frame by frame. Much to their shock and relief, there was no trip wire, nothing to make them question their decisions. They laughed together in solace.

“Told ya I knew where it was!”

“Yeah, yeah, com’on let’s see what this guy has.”

“Who says it’s a guy?”

“A house like this? S’always a guy, Carl. A weird guy” He ran a hand through his son’s hair again, relishing their time together in such an awful context.

Rick watched Carl slide past the kitchen counter and squat down to some lower-level cupboards. The Deputy turned to his left and cast his eyes upon an open shelving rack of odd bits of gold. Cumin, tarragon, mustard seeds, paprika aplenty. Carol would absolutely love this. He stuffed as much as he thought necessary into the bag, beaming at the possibility of flavourful meals. Searching below he found bags of flour, sugar. Even chocolate bars. He quickly pocketed the latter, making sure his chocoholic son didn’t see the aforementioned items. ‘Fuck, Daryl was right, this is a goldmine.’

“Man whoever was here friggen’ loved pea and ham soup.” The juvenile piped up from behind Rick, staring mouth agape at an entire cupboard's worth. “How much should I take, Dad?”

“Um…” Rick didn’t know how to answer, truth be told he’d never seen so much of one thing before. “Er… take a lot but maybe not all of it.”

Carl filled his duffle bag with just enough so that’d had room for other things. They could always come back. He went to open a higher cupboard, excited to see what other items he could call his own.

“Carl, be careful!”

“It’s fine, Dad.” As the boy opened the cupboard a cruel twist of fate welcomed him, as copious amounts of porcelain fell from the flimsy shelving. Whether it was a trap or not, Carl ducked for cover as soon as the cascade started. The boy wasn’t quite quick enough- a broken plate hitting his head sending him to the ground once again. He had the foresight to move away from the attack but felt a stinging in his temple that he hoped he could wish away.

Rick viewed the whole scene in slow motion, springing into action when the broken vessel made contact with his son’s head.

“Carl!” He made his way around to him, avoiding the avalanche of broken china. “Carl, hey, you okay?” He knelt down to his boy, checking his face for broken skin, flinching in panic as blood made contact with his thumb.

“I’m good dad, it's fine, see?” He wiped the trickle of blood from his face, revealing the tiniest of lacerations near his temple.

Rick couldn’t put into words how relieved he was that Carl was okay. Part of him wanted to wrap the boy up in cotton wool and walk him straight out the front door and back to the car. Safe forever. The other part of him recognised the maturity that had grown from a once terrified child, ready to prove itself. Logically he knew he had to let Carl blossom into the inevitable eventually. But it was his boy, his life, his purpose. The best thing he and Lori ever did. It was all too tricky and Rick just wanted a vacation.

“I’ll go check the other cupboards Dad. you should go and see what's in the other rooms”

“Yeh, sure.” Rick said from his place on the cool floorboards, watching his son bound his way over to another cupboard. “Carl, just…just open it slower this time ‘kay?” Carl nodded and followed instruction. His eyes shone back at the bounty within.

“Whoooaahh.”

Sizeable cans of baby formula became visible to the pair. There were empty bottles, bibs, tiny jars of assorted puree. Judith would be set for the remainder of her first year, and then some. The boy plundered happily. Rick continued to watch him for a moment, a tender happiness swelling in his chest. Despite the possibility of sibling resentment, Carl had fallen in love with his baby sister almost instantly, becoming the best older brother a little girl in an apocalypse could ask for.

Rick stood and made his way over to the door they had previously entered from.

“Hey Carl, just be-

“-be careful! Yeah, I know dad.” The boy parroted gentle. “M’good here, run along now.”

“Smartass.” Rick said with a playful shove towards his son. They grinned at each other before Rick turned and made his way back through the expansive foyer. Several closed doors called out to the man. He reached deep in gut instinct and made a path to the one directly opposite to the kitchen.

Rick pressed an ear to the closed wooden frame and rapped on it lightly. Satisfied with the lack of undead shuffling behind it, he turned the knob. The heavy door opened with a distinct creaking of age and rust. The room was much darker than he had expected, only tiny slivers of fading daylight peeping through the boarded up windows. Rick peered into the blackness, an intense trepidation pooling in his throat. From the darkness a tiny flickering orange glow seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Before the man could decipher what was happening, the shadows erupted with light. Firecrackers were igniting left, right, and centre, the flames from one setting off another in quick succession. And the sound. A tiny war was happening before his eyes and ears, drowning out any chance of individual thought. He moved away from the strobing room, attempting to collect himself. Just as the false gunshots ceased, three sets of hurried footsteps made their way into the vicinity.

“Dad!”

“Rick! The hell happened?” Daryl’s concern drifted down from a high bannister.

“S’fine…” Rick replied, feeling slightly winded from the event. “Damn idiot rigged a bunch-a firecrackers to go off!”

“Shit.”

“Rick, the winds are really picking up out there, maybe we should just call it quits before the storm hits?”

“No! We’ve already gotten great stuff down here. We got time before the storm, jus’ get back to it yeah?”

The leader spoke and overhead footsteps withdrew. A coughing fit fading into the distance did not go unnoticed by Rick, who felt his polarising frustration and worry return. The man did not have the time for such thoughts right now. Peri was with Daryl. Rick didn’t have to deal with Daryl. Daryl could be as fucking Daryl as he wanted with her. ‘Come on, focus!”

“Hey dad.” A small hand grabbing the side of his arm broke Rick out of his cascading stream of thoughts. “We should, uh…we should stick together.” Carl’s voice tinged with echoes of nervousness.

“Yeah, good plan.” The father gave the boy’s shoulder a squeeze of solidarity. A squeeze that attempted to quell the small man of his sudden worry. “Com’on, come help me get some light in this place.”

Together the pair managed to free some of the wooden planks that decorated the inner sides of the windows. As the room lit up with dreary afternoon light, the belongings in front of them became apparent. A huge space, once a grand dream of a library now reduced to a nightmare of conspiracy theory and paranoia. A residual smell of smoke rose up from a burnt out pile of firecrackers on a small desk in the corner of the room. It was a good time for smoke detectors to be obsolete. Rick made his way over to the towering book cases and started rifling through. Carl explored more thoroughly around the space, poking through dusty boxes and peering at bizarre items on shelves.

“Hey, Dad!” Carl stopped at one of the old cardboard boxes and held up two large bottles of honey-colored liquid. “Y’think anyone wants, like, twelve bottles of whiskey?”

“Carl, just put-” Rick paused himself. Yes, people would very much like twelve bottles of whiskey. “Just put a few in yer bag and come help me sort through these books.”

Rick turned his attention back to the pile of books in his hand. Shakespeare, Aristotle, Tennessee Williams, Wordsworth. A stack of wonders from the old world, seemingly pointless for the new one. He threw them to the wayside and kept browsing the immense collection. Short Plays for Kids. Carol might enjoy letting the kids put on some silly pantomimes, so in the bag it went. He came to another heap of books, a collection of children's stories. Picking one up for a flip, the bearded man beamed.

“Hey, Carl. Carl!”

“Yeah?”

“Look! It’s the entire collection of The Large Family.”

“So?”

“This was your favourite series when you were little!”

“And?”

“Here, it's the one where Mrs Large just wants a night to herself and everyone keeps pestering her and -”

“-Dad! M’not a kid anymore!” Rick stopped his pressing, a melancholic aura coming from his slightly hunched shoulders. Carl sensed this. “Hey, I’m sure they were great. You should take them, I’m sure Judy will love it too.” Rick smiled back at his son, putting the collection into a side pocket of his duffle bag.

“Hey Dad?” Carl leant against the bookcase, putting no real effort into filing the assortment of literature. “How worried should we be about Daryl?” This caught Rick’s attention, forcing an exasperated sign from his lips.

“Ah, I really don't know Carl. I ain’t ever seen ‘im quite like this. Well-I have, but not for a long while.”

“He just really doesn’t seem okay.”

“Why? What happened out there in the woods?” Rick asked, realising he hadn’t bothered to gain such information before now.

“I kinda said I wouldn’t say anything…-”

“-Carl.”

“Okay well, I was able to track him like he taught me and then there were these two walkers. I killed ‘em before they could get to him, but Dad, he looked awful. And I could’ve sworn he was talking to himself before I got there…”

Shit. Daryl had been through several bouts of hallucinatory conversation in the time Rick had known him. Almost always with his brother Merle. These out of body experiences never came from a good place and always ended in a worse one. Daryl was in a terrible place, disgustingly physically, and even worse mentally. The sick man wasn’t particularly apt in communicating his grievances, even with Rick. There was still so much about the Hunter’s childhood that eluded him and made his heart ache with fury. The scars. The dreams. The hallucinations. The self-worth. Missing puzzle pieces that The Deputy desperately wanted to find. Daryl Dixon was a wounded wild animal, one misstep and he might run away for good. Snotty and wounded. Rick loved Daryl, fractures and all and wished the stubborn man could just accept the comfort he deserved. But with a hideous storm on the way, and a volatile house at their fingertips, Rick didn’t have the luxury of fretting. There’d be time to fix everything when they got home. Just focus.

“Hell be fine Carl.” Rick lied. “He’s tough, probably tougher than you and me put together. And he’s with Peri, she’s basically a doctor. He’ll be fine.” He patted Carl on the head, running a reassuring finger through the boy’s hair and was met with an accepting nod.

“Peri’s like, really cool. I’m glad you invited her to stay, Dad.” A sheepish smile creeping across the boy’s face.

“Carl, she’s like twice your age…”

“Ye..yeah…I know! I just mean she’s like, super funny and really good with knives and stuff…” Carl trailed off, a noticeable blush growing in his cheeks. He racked his mind for something to change the topic. Thinking on his feet fast.

“Hey, Dad, don’t people like this usually have like, a bunker somewhere? I bet he’s got a basement full of guns…”

“Now that, Carl, is some adult thinkin’. Let’s finish in here and then suss it out.”

The pair went back to their task of sorting through the books, finding just what they needed for their very own prison library. Carl was obviously growing bored, and started sighing subconsciously. That was until he came across one little read that made him giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Look what I found!” Carl exulted in a sing-songy voice. Rick looked down at the literature being flipped open in his son’s hand. Lewd images flashed by and the man immediately snatched it from Carl’s excited fingers. The fucking Kama Sutra.

“Not for you.”

“But I found i-”

“-Not. For you!” Rick huffed a sigh at his son’s over-the-top eye roll. “Look, I’ll finish up in here, why-dontcha wait out there for me and then we can look for that basement?”

“Fiiiiine…”

Rick listened to Carl stomp his way out of the room. He brought his gaze down to the well worn paperback and gulped a flushed swallow. Flipping through the pages and images brought a certain heat to the back of the man’s neck. A handy little read indeed. Lucky Maggie and Glenn. Lucky him. Just as he was about to read into a specifically flexible position, a loud commotion came from the foyer.

“Dad!” Carl’s panicked scream jolted Rick out of horniness and into fearful father-mode. He shoved the book into the top of the duffle bag and sprinted out of the library with breakneck speed. The room had changed colour since he was last in there, the rapidly dimming daylight fading the intricacies of the home. Rick’s eyes darted around. And there he saw Carl. Strung up by an ankle, several feet off the ground. It would be the simple case of cutting him down and blaming another silly trip wire. But an eerie energy was running rampant through the air. Inhumane screaming, gurgling and hissing filled the room. Rick scanned the place frantically, eyes eventually settling on a sizeable open trapdoor on the other side of the stairs. Before he could even reach for his Python, countless pairs of undead hands reached out of the abyss. They were very much not alone anymore.

“CARL!”

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bananasplit-sims · 1 year

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chrono | latest

PROGRESS!

Level One: Tourist

[✔] Introduce Yourself to Someone New in 3 Different Neighborhoods [👀] Give an Apartment Key to a Friend [✔] Order 3 Times from Food Stalls

SKILLS:

[3/10] Comedy

she's not goofy enough ig 😭

[2/10] Dancing

i quote "dance like nobody's watching" bc nobody should see her dance like that in public

[4/10] Mixology

she makes drinks a lot! ig she's projecting something?!?!? kween😍

[5/10] Singing

actually pretty decent

COLLECTIONS:

[4/15] City Posters [0/20] MySims Trophies [0/15] Snow globes

REWARD TRAITS:

[] Carefree [] Connections [] Never Weary [✔] Observant

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #live for something legacy #banana split sims live for something gen 1 #banana split sims #simblr #sims #sims 4 #banana split sims live for something challenge #sims 4 simblr

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ippolita324 · 1 year

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The Blacks (House of the Dragons):

The Kween on Dragonstone: Rhaenyra Targaryen

The warmongering pedo: Daemon Targaryen

The rider of Vhagar: Laena Velaryon

The sacrificial goat: Laenor Velaryon

The doormats to the Strong boys: Baela and Rhaena

The first casualty of the Dance: Rhaenys Targaryen

#hbo hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #game of thrones #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra x daemon #laena velaryon #daemon x laena #baela and rhaena #house velaryon #ser laenor

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kindan-no-kanojo · 1 year

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Imagining so hard Scarlett this way~

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HqwsAepalY4

WHAT DID I JUST WATCH AND WHY DO I LOVE IT SO MUCH SKDJFKLJFKSLJF I need a moment😭😭😭

Honestly I already loved burlesque vibes for Scarlett but watching this had me FLOORED dfgjjdlgkdj

Also not the place being called "The Red Rat" I mean. Don't tell her I agree.

And part of the lyrics too like?? "A girl alone, all on her own, must try to have a heart of stone" like,,, go off kween eat them all,,,

I need screenies to express my feelings here-

Listen she's not intended to be 'men-eater' kinda woman but. But. She's rarely mean to women at all so I'll allow it for now (?)

It doesn't help that she's a Ghoul but let's put the lore side 😭😭😭

I want her to sing like that too now ngl I'm sending her to singing lessons ✍🏻 And the way she moved her hips while grinning was so funny DFGKLDFJG bookmarking dancing lessons too ✍🏻

Also this frame 👀 ("A bit of a snack, eh?" /SOBS)

I have yet to see her with someone so seemingly correct/polite LIKE THAT but now I'm 👀👀👀👀 thinking thoughts

The lyrics in that part about men being literal food tho 😭😭😭

AND THIS IS SO CUTE IDC

I ship them whoever they are-

OK Imma shush but I LOVED IT Thank you for sending me this and letting it live in my head rent free 😩💕

#📭Asklett #Scarlett Wakahisa #dryams03 #🧠. Headcanons #.brb drawing burlesquelett #.ngl i love scar eating ppl shenanigans #.it distracts me from the angst from when it actually happens-#.the 4th wall whispers. . . | 𝒪𝒪𝒞

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strawberryxfieldz · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Invader Zim Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dib/Zim (Invader Zim), Dib & Zim (Invader Zim), Dib & Gaz (Invader Zim) Characters: Dib (Invader Zim), Zim (Invader Zim), Gaz (Invader Zim), Tak (Invader Zim), Professor Membrane, Jessica (Invader Zim), Letty (Invader Zim) Additional Tags: Angst, Romance, Drama, Unrequited Love, One-Sided Attraction, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Older Dib (Invader Zim), Older Zim (Invader Zim), Frenemies Dib & Zim (Invader Zim), Dib Being an Asshole (Invader Zim), Aged-Up Dib (Invader Zim), POV Dib (Invader Zim), Dib is Bad at Feelings (Invader Zim), Zim Has Issues (Invader Zim), Minor Gaz/Tak (Invader Zim), Oblivious Professor Membrane, Stephen King's Carrie References, Minor Violence, Blood, Gore, Heartbreak, Rejection, Falling In Love, Allergies, kinda lol, Prom, School Dances, Prompt Fill, One Shot, izpromptmeme | Invader Zim Prompt Meme Event 2022, Dib Has Issues (Invader Zim), Zim is Defective (Invader Zim), Mentioned GIR (Invader Zim), Mentioned Almighty Tallests (Invader Zim), Minor Jessica/Letty (Invader Zim), Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt No Comfort Series: Part 3 of Invader Zim Prompt Meme Event 2022 Summary: Zim is determined to go to the Hi-Skool dance and earn the title of "Prom Kween"... except attendance with a partner is mandatory. He convinces Dib to go with him, who hatches a plan of ultimate revenge. Only, he realizes his mistake all too late, making for a night neither of them is sure to forget.

#invader zim #iz #iz fic #iz fanfic #zadr #zim #dib #dib membrane #mine #strawbs fics

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roxxxy-android · 1 year

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They gon' dance your ass to death, bitch! Yass kween!

#bot

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zumpietoo · 1 year

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The funniest thing is while everyone investigates (it’s a dumb teen mystery show, we all knew this going in) jabi does have their own “kinks” (not really what a kink is but ok, pp stans are all 12) like dancing. And watching movies together. Isn’t the epsidoe title the movie that Jughead almost played at the last drive in before Betty suggested Rebel without a cause? I don’t know what it means but its always funny watching bhs prove they don’t give a shit about Jughead or what’s important to him.

Oh precisely.....and yeah. Plus, hilariously, their criticism of both Tabitha AND Ari (IRL) is how boring and dumb they are...which, duuddess...your kween (on and off screen)

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bucktommys · 2 years

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bestie I think we need to hear your experience with glee and who is your favorite characters

oh my GOD anon you do NOT know the can of worms you have opened talking glee is maybe my favourite topic of conversation

ok so i discovered it when i was like 14 which was a terrible time to discover glee because 14yos are insufferable and i was absolutely no different, and then you add "actively watching and enjoying glee" to that and i become the worst person you have ever met. also some context about me, i was like a theatre kid but with no talent, like i grew up attending theatre classes and i loved musical theatre but i could not sing, dance OR act. this actually helped because i was already annoying but if i could SING?? oh i would have never shut up

anyway so glee obviously very much resonated because high school kids singing musical theatre and yeah im like that too!! i like consumed it at a rapid pace and then it became my personality for like 2 years, like i was OBSESSED. i got my sister into it, who is a fellow untalented theatre kween, and oh boy we were NIGHTMARES. i had the tumblr. i had the fanfiction.net. both have since been deleted but i was INN

my love for glee ended up getting phased out/replaced by teen wolf but oh boy is that lil glee hole still there. im like "yeah idk im not as obsessed with it anymore" and someone says "tell me your thoughts about kurt/blaine" and i pull out my powerpoint. (yes i do have a real powerpoint its like 70 slides. we had a powerpoint party a few months ago and i, who had been preparing for this my whole life, came with receipts. everyone was sort of in silent horror the whole time).

anyway my favourite characters are: rachel (LISTEN. was rachel objectively a horrible person? yes. were the multiple times i wanted to smack her? also yes. was she also incredibly entertaining and acted exactly like every annoying theatre kid i came into contact with? oh absolutely) blaine (i am a blaine APOLOGIST he did so many things wrong but he is my babygirl and i just ignore all the bad parts) santana (shes my bestie <3 like im not hers but she is absolutely mine) and sam (hi sam ily *twirls hair*). ill stand on this hill that s1-3 were good. s4 was eh. s5 was really bad. s6 was batshit and i love her.

anyway this was so long but glee is my little meow meow my problematic fave the love of my life <3 and i Will be sat for the documentary. dianna agron eat your heart out!!

(highlights from the powerpoint under the cut)