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winterrsun · 3 months

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Comfort

Reader x Daryl Dixon

Warnings: Smut, 18+ only

A/n: This is smut but it’s like the fluffiest sappiest smut, it’s meant to be really emotionally gratifying. Also I’ve really kinda half heartedly set it up for a part 2 where they reunite with the group and Rick…let me know if you think I should continue this!

Summary: after the prison fell, you and Daryl start to mourn what you’ve lost and find comfort in each other, both emotional and physical.

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The last couple of weeks had been such a blur. After the prison fell, you were thrown back into survival mode and all sense of security was gone. You never knew where your next meal would come from, or whether you were minutes away from death. You were grateful you’d gotten out in the company of Daryl and Beth; you’d always gotten along with both of them and Daryl was one of the most experienced survivalists. It was nice having Beth to talk to and relate to the experience as well, neither of you being natural outdoorsmen. Even if he was a grumpy ass most of the time, and she was still a bit of a bratty teenager at heart, you’d fast grown extremely reliant on both of them being around you.

You’d all found a small shack to hole up in for a couple of nights, you’d also found a stash of moonshine in the cupboard. Beth had been insistent on trying her first drink. It made you both amused and sad when you compared her experience to your teenage party years, so while Daryl disapproved you thought it was only fair to have your own little party. That’s how the three of you ended up on the living room floor, laughing your heads off.

“Really Y/N, you never been camping?!” Beth questioned incredulously.

“Yer even more a princess than I thought” scoffed Daryl.

“Yeah yeah,” you laughed, “well I suppose my whole life’s a big camping trip now.”

“Alright alright, my turn!” Daryl exclaimed. “I never… bin to a wedding”.

“You what?! Daryl that’s just sad” you said before taking a large swig of the homemade booze.

“Yeah, even I’ve been to a couple. Only other time I drank any liquor, daddy let me have a glass of champagne” said Beth.

“What part of my life was a fucking shit show before all this do you two not get” he grumbled.

You rubbed his arm, “alright we know, just teasing you” you smiled.

Beth’s giggles turned to hiccups, and she eventually lay her head down on the sofa and you realised she’d gone to sleep.

You nudged Daryl and nodded at Beth. He smiled at you, and pointed to the singular bedroom in the shack- suggesting you and he should move into the other room so as not to wake her.

The room was small; a double bed took up almost all the floor space, so you plopped yourself down on it. Daryl followed, carrying the bottle of moonshine with him. He took a sip before passing it to you, who did the same.

“She’ll be right” he gestured to the door, referring to Beth in the other room.

“I know” you replied, “we’ve all been there, she just needs to sleep it off.”

He nodded and you fell into an easy silence, both taking additional sips now and then. You grew pensive, and some of the thoughts you’d been mulling around for days started to come to the surface. The tipsy haze in your brain had your lips moving before you even knew you wanted to share what was on your mind.

“I don’t think I’ve said it,” you said, looking to Daryl, “but I’m so grateful for the two of you. The amount of times I’ve wondered what kind of state I’d be in if I was on my own…”

“Can’t be thinkin like that” he replied gently.

“I know. It’s just, it makes me mad to think about how quickly our circumstances changed. Things were so good Dar, they were finally all coming together. And then…..it’s just nothing in this world can ever really work can it?” You were rambling a little, but Daryl didn’t look like he was going to challenge you or tell you to be quiet. He just looked at you sadly.

“Do you think we’ll ever see any of them again?” You whispered to him. A tear escaped your eye and started to trickle down your cheek.

“I don’t know” he replied, and to your surprise he reached towards your face and softly wiped the tear of your cheek, “but I’m glad we’re here together too”.

He didn’t remove his hand from your face, in fact he gently cupped your chin. You leaned into it, while his head dipped closer to you and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes and allowed the sweet sensation to wash over you.

When he pulled back away he looked unsure of himself, and mumbled a “sorry” to you.

You shook your head, placed your hands on his chest and leaned back toward him, kissing him more deeply this time. His tongue crept into your mouth and started to dance with yours.

Your hands drew up behind his neck as the two of you continued, and he reached for your waist, pulling you into his lap. The kiss grew needier as you straddled him; it wasn’t a need driven by pure sex and physical desire. It was like all the emotions you’d been feeling since the prison poured into your movements, and Daryl lapped them up and returned them with his own. You could’ve been hugging, or crying in each others arms, but instead you were kissing and writhing against each others bodies and it had the same cathartic effect.

You clung onto him as he pulled his lips away from yours briefly, to gently and slowly peel your dirty shirt up from your body. You allowed him to manoeuvre your arms overhead so he could take it off and toss it aside. He then reached around and unclasped your bra, and took a moment to stare at and admire the sight before him.

“You’re beautiful” he almost whispered, starting to run his hands over your breasts and grope them lightly. “I’m gonna take care of you Y/N, I promise”.

You were almost overwhelmed at this moment of pure bliss. You’d never thought there’d be anything sexual between you and Daryl. He was one of your best friends, with a bond like family. Sure he was hot. You’d notice his biceps peaking out of that winged vest and your heart might’ve quickened slightly every time you saw the way he gripped his motorbike handles. But you’d always just been friends.

Let alone the fact that you actually had a thing with his best friend. You and Rick had never defined whatever it was between you, but there was denying when he snuck into your cell nearly every night who you belonged to.

But Rick was gone. You didn’t know where, or if he was even alive, or if you’d ever see him again. It played on your mind every single day. You missed him so much more than all the others, longed for him. You were sick of it eating at you, and you just wanted to feel good for the first time in weeks.

You clawed at Daryl’s shirt, and he took a break from massaging your breasts to help you remove the black tee from his body. You pressed into him as your lips found his again and you relished the feeling of his skin against yours. It felt warm and unbelievably comforting. He began to rub circles on the small of your back and you arched into his touch.

“Daryl” you breathed against his mouth.

“What do you need baby?” He asked, pulling back and grabbing your face in both of his hands, eyes searching yours.

“You…I just need you” you said pleadingly.

Daryl shifted beneath you and lifted you up to flip you onto your back on the bed.

He slowly pulled your pants down and hovered over your torso, looking at your cotton panties. He dipped down and placed a soft kiss on your abdomen, creeping along your hip line. You hummed and wriggled at the tickling sensation, enjoying it. You felt a warmth envelop you from his touches. Then his fingers hooked into the elastic around your waist and pulled the fabric down from your body.

He ran his hand back up your leg, his eyes following the movements before he flitted them up to your face. You made eye contact and he sought the non verbal confirmation that you were okay. You bit your lip in anticipation as you gazed up at him, allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable under his touch. Now fully naked on the bed.

You gasped as his fingers found their way into your fold, and began to gently stroke around. You flinched slightly as he ran over your clit for the first time, and he placed a kiss back on your lips, then trailing down your neck. He began drawing circles around your sensitive nub at a steady but not too fast pace and he lifted his head back up to study your face again.

“So beautiful” he commented. You arched your back off the bed and moan softly. He picked up the pace a little and your pleasure increased.

“Daryl” you gasped, “I need more. I want all of you”.

He nodded, stroked your hair with his free hand before withdrawing them both to unbutton and remove his pants. You lowered your eyes and watched as he freed his sizeable cock from his underpants. You sat up and leaned forward, glancing up at him with doe eyes before attaching your lips to his member.

He groaned as you took him in your warm, wet mouth. You suckled and licked around it, playing with him while lubing him up for you. His hands found their way into your hair, loosely gripping it while you bobbed your head back and forth. He threw his head back and savoured the sensation.

After a little while you pulled away and he gently pushed your shoulder so you lay back on the bed. He braced himself over you and lined himself up, gazing down into your eyes.

“I’m so glad you’re here” he whispered, hovering outside your entrance. You nudged your head up to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Me too” you said softly.

Then he slowly thrust into you. It ached just a little on the way in, but you quickly adjusted to him. For the first time in weeks you felt whole, and human, and like you were capable of something other than simply just surviving as he sank inside you.

You tensed around him and wrapped your legs around his body, which he took as a signal to start pumping his hips in and out of you. Warmth filled your body, radiating from your core to chest at the feeling of connection and intimacy. To your surprise, tears prickled your eyes as you felt emotionally stimulated as much as physically. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit onto Daryl’s shoulder, allowing his warm skin to absorb the moan that left you.

“Don’t need to keep too quiet pretty girl” he said encouragingly. You smirked and let go, noting the love bite you’d left behind before moaning out into the room this time as his hips continued to pound into you.

He pulled out briefly and you were left feeling empty and disappointed, just for him to gently grab your thigh and push your leg back towards your face, hooked behind his arm. He pushed back in and you relished the new, deeper angle.

“Fuuuck, yesss” you hissed and he smirked down at you.

“Feels good baby?” He cooed before grind his hips in a particularly deep thrust and you nodded, moaning in reply.

He picked up the pace now and you felt the heat grow in your belly, driven more by lust at this point. Your climax was building, and it was as if Daryl could tell. He drove into you faster than before, angling his hips upwards to hit just the right spot.

“Dar! I’m gonna” you began-

“I know baby, let go” he soothed.

With an almost scream you came, it rippled through you in waves and he rode it out with you. In this moment nothing else mattered, not the situation you were in, the home you’d lost, the people you’d been seperated from. It was just bliss for a perfect moment.

As your pleasure subsided Daryl snapped his hips into a few more hard times before grunting himself and moving to pull out of you.

“Don’t!” You cried without thinking, holding his hips to yours with your small hands. You felt his dick pulsate inside you as he painted your walls with his cum. It was the last, comforting gesture you wanted to take from him tonight. The feeling of him filling you up as much he possibly could.

His sweaty forehead met yours as he stopped moving, and you felt his penis jerk inside you one last time before all was still. You panted together for a few seconds, before he slowly rolled over to lay next to you.

You felt his ejaculate trickle out of you onto the bed, and groaned at the mess, grinning at him.

He looked around and grabbed a throw blanket from the end of the bed, using it to roughly wipe up you and the linen beneath you. You both chuckled, and he tossed it aside before throwing an arm around you and pulling you towards him to lay your head on his chest.

With your head on his bare skin and listening to the sound of his heart beat and the sensation of his breath rise and fall, you closed your eyes and fell asleep. He planted once last kiss to the top of your head before doing the same.

You woke with a start to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight beginning to creep in through the window, neck stiff from the angle you slept at. You felt chilly and looked down to see goosebumps over your bare body. Not just yours, you noted the extra limbs tangled with yours and remembered the situation you were in. You smiled to yourself, knowing that the amazing night was a once off for you both.

Daryl had just started to stir at your movements on the bed, before you heard movements in the other room. A female voice groaning, before stomping quick footsteps and the sound of coughing and liquid splashing the metal sink. Beth had arisen, and was experiencing her first hangover. You almost would have giggled, except you realised you had to get dressed quick and decide how to explain the two of spending the night in a small room with one double bed.

You looked back at Daryl, now fully awake and judging by the expression on his face thinking the same thing you were.

“Well, back to reality” you whispered with a shrug.

He pulled you in for one last embrace, planting a kiss firmly to your lips before whispering back “thanks for last night beautiful”.

#Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon smut #Daryl x reader #Daryl x reader smut #Daryl Dixon x reader #daryl twd #twd Daryl #the walking dead #Daryl Dixon fic #darly Dixon x you

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jawz · 1 year

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men hate butch dykes because we retain a boyish charm that makes menswear look good on us forever. men would kill to have the confidence of a masc lesbian aged 42. we get decades to dress like male models, businessmen, outdoorsmen, bikers, movie stars, rappers, eccentric geniuses, heroes and villains while they lose their hair and get erectile dysfunction. sad but true!

#⚢#and if you think that’s being mean to men then boy would i love for you to watch a drag king perform lol

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got-pucks · 1 year

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camping trips || jack hughes

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lazysublimeengineer · 18 days

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We hereby conduct this post-mortem

He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen

Our maladies were such we could not cure them

And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign

Come one, come all

It's happenin' again

The empathetic hunger descends

We'll tell no one

Except all of our friends

We must know

How did it end?

We were blind to unforeseen circumstances

We learn the right steps to different dances (ohh)

And fell victim to interlopers' glances

Lost the game of chance, what are the chances?

Say it once again with feeling

How the death rattle breathing

Silenced as the soul was leaving

The deflation of our dreaming

Leaving me bereft and reeling

My beloved ghost and me

Sitting in a tree

D-Y-I-N-G

It's happenin' again

How did it end?

I can't pretend like I understand

How did it end?

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock spoilers #kaiser michael #alexis ness #how did it end?#the tortured poets department #the anthology #taylor swift #kainess

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perspectivestarters · 1 month

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part III)

THE BLACK DOG

You forgot to turn it off.

I just don't understand how you don't miss me.

She's too young to know this song.

Old habits die screaming.

I move through the world with a heart broken.

I may never open up thе way I did for you.

You said I needed a bravе man.

Do you hate me?

Was it hazing for a cruel fraternity?

I pledged, and I still mean it.

Six weeks of breathing clean air, I still miss the smoke.

Were you making fun of me?

Now I wanna sell my house.

I hope you hear it.

I hope it's shitty in The Black Dog

This tail between your legs, you're leaving.

I still can't believe it.

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK

The one that fits me like skin.

You knew the price going in.

I can tell when somebody still wants me.

Once you fix your face, I'm going in.

Whether I'm gonna be your wife, or gonna smash up your bike, I haven't decided yet.

I'm gonna get you back.

Whether I'm gonna curse you out, or take you back to my house, I haven't decidеd yet.

You'll find that you were never not mine.

You're mine.

Small talk, big walk, act like I don't care what you did.

I'm an Aston Martin that you steered straight into the ditch.

I can take the upper hand and touch your body.

I might just love you 'til the end.

Whether I'm gonna flip you off, or pull you into the closet, I haven't decided yet.

I can feel it coming, honey, in the way you move.

We're becoming something new.

Say you got somebody else.

I got someone too

Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you.

Bygones will be bygone.

Pick your poison, babe, I'm poison either way.

THE ALBATROSS

Wild winds are death to the candle.

A rose by any other name is a scandal.

They tried to warn him about her.

Cross your thoughtless heart.

She's the albatross.

She is here to destroy you.

One bad seed kills the garden.

One less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.

Locked me up in towers, but I'd visit in your dreams.

They tried to warn you about me.

Devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger.

She's the death you chose.

You're in terrible danger.

I've been there too, and that none of it matters

Wise men once read fake news and they believed it.

You couldn't conceive it.

You were sleeping soundly when they dragged you from your bed.

I tried to warn you about them.

I'm the albatross.

I swept in at the rescue.

The devil that you know looks now more like an angel.

I'm the life you chose.

CHLOE OR SAM OR SOPHIA OR MARCUS

I just watched it happen

Seemed like he would've bullied you in school.

You just watched it happen.

I loved you the way that you were.

If you want to tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered.

You said some things that I can't unabsorb.

You turned me into an idea of sorts.

You needed me, but you needed drugs more.

I couldn't watch it happen.

I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools.

Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules all to outrun my desertion of you.

Too impaired by my youth to know what to do.

Will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?

Could it be enough to just float in your orbit?

Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses?

Cooler in theory, but not if you force it.

HOW DID IT END?

We hereby conduct this post-mortem.

He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen.

We could not cure them.

A touch that was my birth right became foreign.

It's happening again.

We'll tell no-one.

We must know, how did it end?

We were blind to unforeseen circumstances.

We learn the right steps to diffеrent dances.

Lost the game of chance, what are the chances?

Guess who we ran into at the shops?

Didn't you hear? They called it all off.

How did it end?

The deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling.

But I still don't know, how did it end?

SO HIGH SCHOOL

I feel so high school every time I look at you.

I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you.

Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me.

I'll drink what you think.

I'm high from smoking your jokes all damn night.

Your friends are around, so be quiet.

I'm trying to stifle my sighs.

I feel so high school every time I look at you.

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

It's just a game, but really.

I'm bettin' on all three for us two.

No one's evеr had me, not like you.

Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto.

It's true, swear, scouts honor.

You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her.

You already know, babe.

I'm hearing voices like a madman.

I HATE IT HERE

Tell me something awful.

You are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy.

Tell me all your secrets.

All you'll ever be is my eternal consolation prize.

I was a debutant in another life, but now I seem to be scared to go outside.

If comfort is a construct, I don't believe in good luck.

Now that I know what's what.

I hate it here.

People need a key to get to.

The only one is mine.

I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child.

I'm there most of the year.

My friends used to play a game where we would pick a decade we wished we could live in instead of this.

Everyone would look down 'cause it wasn't fun now.

Seems like it was never even fun back then.

Nostalgia is a mind's trick.

If I'd been there, I'd hate it.

It was freezing in the palace.

They found a better planet.

Only the gentle survived.

I dreamed about it in the dark.

I felt like I might die.

I'm lonely, but I'm good.

I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine.

I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on purpose.

This place made me feel worthless.

In my fantasies, I rise above it.

Way up there, I actually love it.

THANK YOU AIMEE

There's a bronze spray-tanned statue of you.

It was always the same searing pain.

All that time you were throwin' punches, I was buildin' somethin'.

I can't forgive the way you made me feel.

I can't forget the way you made me heal.

It wasn't a fair fight, or a clean kill.

She wrote hеadlines in the local paper, laughing at each baby step I'd take.

Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman, but she used to say she wished that you were dead.

Your words are still just ringing in my head.

When I count the scars, there's a moment of truth, that there wouldn't be this, if there hadn't been you.

Maybe you've reframed it.

In your mind, you never beat my spirit black and blue.

I don't think you've changed much.

I changed your name, and any real defining clues.

One day, your kid comes home singin' a song that only us two is gonna know is about you.

All that time you were throwin' punches, it was all for nothin'.

Our town, it looks so small, from way up here.

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #exodusmusing #*mystarters #*ttpd

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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Mae's Horny Thought of The Week

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Your boyfriend has been nagging you for weeks to show you off to his followers, you thought it would just be a quick hello, but he had other ideas.

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Pairing: streamer boyfriend x gn!reader

tw: gn!reader, pushy and toxic boyfriend, implied smut, filming, exhibition, vulgar talk, blow job mention

notes: very short but anywho, a quick gift before I disappear for two weeks. reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated! I don't know how streaming or twitch or whatever works soooo, also for this whole plot his followers are all 18+ , might actually make a full fic cause i love this idea.

Anyway, enjoy!

Lots of love mae xx

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While I may go on about big, beefy, strong outdoorsmen, that doesn't mean I don't have a bit of a thing for nerdy/geeky guys as well. So let's talk about it.

You've been dating your boyfriend for a while now, only just moving in together recently. You've been with your boyfriend long enough to watch his streaming followers go from double digits into the millions. He has a bit of a cult following and his followers adore him, and by extension they adore you. While you've never shown your face, you join in on his streams every now and then. You were a bit shy with his followers and are hesitant to speak during the games. But your boyfriend, ever the supportive boyfriend, would encourage you to join in more and to speak more. For a while, his followers were content with just your voice, but recently they've been a bit demanding. asking for a face reveal.

you told your boyfriend that you were uncomfortable with that, and at first, he understood. Until his followers got a bit too demanding. while not all his followers were being rude, a loud minority were threatening to unfollow him. Usually, your boyfriend wouldn't care, but when these same followers began to taunt him and questioned whether you were even his girlfriend, it caused your boyfriend to "snap" in a way.

You told him no, but he just kept asking. You didn't want your face to be shown, but he was constant in his nagging. he wasn't unkind about it, just a little bit pushy. weeks of asking and finally you accepted but only if it would be for a minute, a quick minute and then you would leave. he was a little disappointed but was happy you said yes.

the day came and you were so fucking nervous. you knew the internet could be cruel and you wanted to keep yourself far far away from that. it comforted you that his followers already had a liking for you, but what if it backfired? you were so worried about the negative, you didn't know what to do when it was overwhelmingly positive, a bit too positive

ghostfinder69: so fucking hot

fireit_up11: can't believe you kept them from us

turnipslayer02: can you blame him? wouldn't want some incel to add them to their spank bank

catterkat33: wanna fuck them so bad

ghostfinder69: make them cum on your cock or i unfollow

You tried to hide your concern and discomfort by laughing it off, hoping your boyfriend would shut it all down and tell those followers off. but they weren't the only ones, it seemed every single comment that came through was dirty and vulgar, many urging you to act like their personal cam girl/boy/person. one follower even tipped your boyfriend $50 bucks so that he would take your shirt off. you got up to leave only for your boyfriend to push you back down.

"wouldn't want to disappoint them now, would we?"

catterkat33: fuck them raw

slappteraaa: i wanna see you cum in their ass

turnipslayer02: get them to gag on your dick

1fckurm0m: look at them acting all shy, i bet they're a fucking slut

it was only meant to be a quick camo. so why were you sucking your boyfriend off in front of millions?

#dark character #dark fic #yandere fantasy #yandere drabble #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere prompts #yandere x gn reader #gn!reader yandere

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istherewifiinhell · 2 years

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Whitby S.P.C.A

Up for adoption: Senior mixed breed. Nickname "Hades"

Large breed. Dark colouration. Soulful eyes. This dog has had a tough life, being rescued from a ghost ship after a fierce storm. We believe there is a smart and sensitive dog under his instincts. With proper healthy enrichment and a lot of love, we think this old boy could be a loyal and loving addition to your household. Looking for decidated experienced owners, no children, other pets not advised. Large space required. Hunters or Outdoorsmen favoured.

#some shit #dracula daily #dracula blogging #i was just gonna make this joke in ur replyies joelle but i realised i really liked it vsgdjsvdh #hades.. cause.. he came out the demeter?? idk

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eulalielatibule · 3 months

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This might be cheating a little but I'm wondering about a rivalry between two of the dads: Steve vs. Curtis on who keeps the better yard, repairs the fence faster, carries more groceries in one trip, things like that. They try to keep it friendly but...

-Zombie

DAD FIGHT DAD FIGHT

Oh my god I love this so much. Okay so...

Steve is stronger so he will carry in like, a whole basket worth of groceries in on one trip. Meanwhile Curtis does it in two, so Stevie gets this point.

I think Curtis is very handy so he can fix the fence so fast. Steve is handy too, he's an army man after all. But I feel like maybe he fumbles a little. So Curtis gets this point.

Steve is very artistic. I like to think he keeps a beautiful garden and yard. Like his attention to detail is amazing and you guys have the whole neighborhood envious of your yard. Curtis isn't into all of that but he does keep the lawn looking neat and tidy, does outdoorsmen type of stuff. So Steve gets this point.

And I'm adding in my personal favorite Dad™ quality- who's the better griller? This one is just off vibes since we don't see either of them cool lol but I feel like Curtis is so good at grilling. Like he does these big BBQs every Sunday and holiday and everyone always looks forward to it. Hot dogs, sausages, chicken, burgers, whatever else, he can make it. Steve can make a decent burger but he isn't as into it as Curtis is. So Curtis gets this one.

This round is a tie, but now I want to do some sort of Suburban Dad Competition 😂😂 who gets the title of Best Dad(dy)???

#heather answers #Curtis Everett #steve Rogers #suburban dad sunday #my writing

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allamericansbitch · 25 days

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Okay so here are some of my favourite lyrics no one is talking about (they're not the most poetic ones or whatsoever but I just like these)

"Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me" (my boy only breaks his favourite toys)

"How dare you think it's romantic leaving me safe and stranded" (down bad, this isn't some crazy lyrics but as a new romantics stan I freaked out when I first heard it)

"So I did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body. And in my mind, they sink into the swamp. Is that a bad thing to say in a song?" (Florida !!!)

"Pick your poison babe, I'm poison either way" (imgonnagetyouback)

"And when that sky rains fire on you and you're persona non grata, i'll tell you how I've been there too and that none of it matters" (the albatross)

"He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen" (how did it end?)

"I wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool but I built a legacy that you can't undo" (thanK you aIMee)

"Does it feel alright to not know me? I'm addicted to the 'if only'" (I look in people's windows)

"Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll. Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul. You can mark my words that I said it first. In a morning warning, no one heard" (Cassandra)

"Ended with the slam of a door but she's got the best stories, you can be sure" (the bolter)

"You have no room in your dreams for regrets" (Robin)

"She thought about how he said since she was so wise beyond her years, everything had been above board. She wasn't sure" (the manuscript)

You can also share your thoughts on each lyrics I mentioned here if you want to :)

omfg we share so many favorites!! in fact a lot of these are recent favorites of mine that i forgot to put on favorites list i posted a while ago, like the ‘he’s a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen’ like, it’s so good.

i have mixed feelings on the aimee song as a whole but that lyric is so powerful to me and really cool.

i also fully made that new romantics connection too they first time i heard it and i was like it’s the thing!! ahh!! love these, 10/10 ✨

#anonymous #answered

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dwreader · 10 months

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actually so curious if s3 will have lestat in a wig cause the show has jumped forward in time about a decade from the book and wigs did start falling out of favor after the revolution. pre- revolution as a member of the aristocracy he absolutely would've been sporting a powdered wig as a status symbol. the portrait we see in the trailer is probably circa 1795 (given the theatre's founding date) and that does coincide the wig's decline so we see him without one but with his hair still styled in the fashion. it would actually be a really interesting storytelling device given the time period is one of rapid change compared to the book

in the beginning of the book when they're poor he actually makes fun of "white wigged parisians" cause they're not tough outdoorsmen like him.

later there's the line about him buying tons of wigs once he comes into money (in the book that would be 1782-ish).

by 1795 however you didn't really want to be associated with the old aristocracy anymore as the revolution was going on and people were getting their heads chopped off. you have major figures of the revolution like barere and marat here painted in 1793-94 without wigs now.

compared to portraits of danton and robespierre just a few years earlier circa 1790 in wigs.

i just need a scene of him getting his wig powdered with that dumb looking mask though for personal reason cause it looks funny.

#iwtv #costume analysis #him getting his wig figuratively snatched just as he comes into lots of money

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ladyofsnark · 29 days

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(I might make this a small series, I'm not sure. I've always been fascinated by the idea of an Avvar Inquisitor so here we are.)

“I’ll stay until I get what I want. After that, I’m leaving.”

“We cannot protect you if you leave. There are still those who think you are guilty of the Divine’s murder.”

“And who would tell them where I’ve gone, Spymaster? You’re not interested in protecting me. Otherwise you wouldn’t be making such thinly veiled threats. You just want to use me like your people always use mages until, like spoiled children, you cast them aside when they cease to amuse. I would respect you more if you dragged me about in chains. That, at least, would be honest.”

“There are hundreds of innocent lives relying on the Inquisition to seal the rifts!”

“Then I suggest you get working on a solution, Seeker.”

“Do you think you’ll be any safer from the demons on your own?”

“Why wouldn’t I be, Commander? I have the mark.”

Varric had heard the whole argument go down–the whole camp probably had. It seemed like their Herald of Andraste didn’t care much for being a herald of anything and, frankly, Varric didn’t blame her.

No one had asked her if she wanted to be involved. It seemed like nothing but shitty luck that put her in the wrong place at the right time and she’d only stopped the Breach from growing because, well, what were the options? Rot in a cell while the world went to hell? Let the mark eat her alive?

Not to mention that the reverence of Andrastians probably didn’t matter much to an Avvar mage. He would write later that it was probably some kind of divine justice or just irony that the so-called Herald of Andraste turned out to be a pagan.

Varric watched the Herald storm pass without even a glance at the messengers and servants who bowed to her respectfully. Cassandra followed closely on her heels, but Varric reached out to catch the Seeker’s arm. It was more of a reflex than anything and he let go right away when she whirled around to look at him. “You might want to give her some space,” he said. “Unless you intend to arrest her again, in which case I suggest stronger chains than last time.”

Cassandra snarled and wound up for a rebuttal, but the fight went out of her just as fast. She looked after the Herald and let out a long breath. “We cannot lose her…”

“I’m sure Red’s on it already. She probably can’t get too far, what with the world having just almost ended.”

That didn’t seem to reassure the Seeker any. She began to pace in front of the fire. “She is an Avvar. They are skilled rangers and outdoorsmen. If anyone could disappear and survive in these mountains on their own—demons or not—it is one of their kind.”

“And they don’t worship Andraste, so being a religious icon for a religion you don’t even believe in is probably a lot to take in,” Varric replied. He dropped back onto the bench nearest the fire and reached for Bianca. He had been fiddling with the crossbow’s timing coil before he’d been interrupted by the commotion. “After almost dying, waking up, almost dying again, and waking up again she might need a second to put it all in order.”

Cassandra heaved a sigh and paced for a few moments longer. Then, somewhat reluctantly, she turned to face the dwarf. “Would you…” She frowned to herself, as if annoyed with her own words. “You are better with people than I am.”

“No, Seeker. You have such a charming personality.”

“Ugh, now is not the time, dwarf. I am asking if you would go and speak with her.”

Varric glanced in the direction the Herald had gone. It wasn’t that he was a coward, but he did have a healthy, long-standing respect for women who could kick his short ass. Especially when they could do it with magic. “That’s a pretty big favor to ask considering where you and I stand, Seeker.”

“It is not as if I am not asking you this for my own sake, Varric.”

Great. Chantry guilt. He wondered if they taught that in the cloister. Sebastian had been good at it too. Not convincing, but good.

The dwarf sighed and got to his feet. “Fine, but Curly better come with me. If I’m going to deal with an angry Avvar, I want a sacrificial lamb to offer her.”

Ysara. Varric couldn’t remember if the Herald had introduced herself or if the Seeker had done it for her, but he did remember the name as he hoofed it out to the edge of the valley. He remembered thinking it was a pretty name for someone with the personality of a bloated gurgut. Which wasn’t fair. She hadn’t been in a position to be friendly at the time and still wasn’t, really. Cassandra wasn’t the most solicitous person in the best of circumstances and as a jailor, she rubbed in all of the wrong ways. Then there was the Nightingale…

Varric eventually found the Herald taking shelter from the howling winds in the treeline. She had the makings of a small camp with a fire burning bright in the center and a little lean-to constructed of tree boughs.

She seemed to realize, a moment too late, that he was there and surged to her feet, the fire beside her jumping to her hands as she drew from it. It almost looked like a reflex.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Varric said quickly, raising his hands in a show of innocence as he stepped into the clearing.

Ysara snorted, but her posture relaxed a little and the fire in her hand dissipated. “You’ve either grown an extra set of legs that wear armor or it is not just you.”

“All right, it’s just me and Curly,” he amended. “But mostly me. The commander’s just here to look pretty.”

She scoffed again, echoed by Cullen as he came out of the treeline, but lingered on the edge of the fire’s light. Still, the Herald settled back down on the snow. The fire plied harsh shadows across her features, but without the ghoulish warpaint Varric had first seen her wearing, she looked downright delicate. Young. Vulnerable. It wasn’t something he’d have naturally associated with one of the Avvar and it made Varric think of Hawke when they’d first met. His chest ached a little with the memory.

“You know, you have a pretty nice cabin back in Haven,” Varric said conversationally as he came over to sit by the fire. He put enough space between them to make her comfortable. “Not to your tastes?”

“Nothing is to my tastes at the moment,” she replied, though her words lacked venom. She just sounded tired. Lost, almost. “Did you come here for something?”

Varric shrugged. “The Seeker asked me to talk to you. She won’t admit it, but I have the reputation for being quite charming. That’s apparently supposed to give me some kind of advantage here, but you seem to have your mind made up.”

Ysara’s eyes shifted toward the treeline, pausing briefly on the commander, before returning to the fire. “If your people bothered at all to understand magic instead of flinching at the faintest wisp of it and caging your mages like feral animals, the mark would not be needed,” she said.

“You really believe that?” Varric asked.

“The Breach was created by magic, which means that it can also be undone by magic. But your church has spent hundreds of years cultivating a flock of ignorant, superstitious hand-wringers they control with fear and hate. They use and then cast aside mages, as Andrastians did to the elves and as Tevinter does with slaves.” Ysara looked Varric directly in the eye. “I have no interest in helping people who have never helped themselves. Let the vultures pick their corpses clean. I care not.”

Well. He had to give her points for honesty.

And what was he supposed to say? That she had to be the hero here because they didn’t have anyone else? No one sane wanted to be the hero. He knew that better than anyone. Was he really supposed to ask her to throw herself on the sword for people who would never give her the time of day otherwise?

Varric rubbed at his face and decided to take a different tack. “What exactly are you looking for?” he asked. “You said you wanted something.”

She shot him a furtive, skeptical glance. “What I need is in Redcliffe,” she admitted at length.

“Ah,” the dwarf murmured in understanding. “You need to get into Redcliffe and the Inquisition is your ticket inside. What if the Inquisition decides it doesn’t need the mages?”

“The gates are not keeping me from what I want,” she replied. “If I chose to use force, I would already have it. But I won’t attack another hold without cause. So I will wait.”

Well. Ysara certainly didn’t lack confidence and given what she’d done to that pride demon at the Temple? Varric didn’t doubt her either. “It must be pretty important,” he said.

“It is.”

“And I’m guessing you aren’t going to give any specifics.”

“No.”

“Not even if I offer to help?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I will not hand anyone the power to control me.”

Varric made a quiet noise of understanding. Now that made sense. This wasn’t just a case of being cold-hearted, nor was it anger born of being caught in the middle of a shitty situation. It was anger and isolation born of fear. Ysara was just trying to keep her head above water and protect what was hers. He glanced back over his shoulder toward Cullen, who he could see anxiously rubbing his neck, like the mage’s words had unsettled him.

He wondered what was in Redcliffe that was so important to her that she thought others could use it against her.

“All right,” the dwarf sighed. “Look, I’m going to say my piece and then I’ll leave you alone, all right?”

Ysara answered with a shrug.

Which was the closest thing he’d get to acceptance, Varric thought. “No one asked you before throwing all of this shit on your shoulders. And no one’s saying you’re wrong to be mad–least of all me. I’ve seen what the worst parts of the Chantry can do and I’ve seen it drive good people to do awful shit in return. But the fact of the matter is that the ones with the power–they’re all dead. They got a nice, quick death. Their flock won’t be that lucky. You might not owe them anything, but this right here–” He waved a hand to indicate Haven and everything else. “This might be the only chance we’re going to get to change things for everyone–the only chance you’ll get to change things. And if you ignore it, you’ll be just like everyone else who let themselves be controlled by fear.”

The Avvar was still as she sat, staring into the fire. Varric saw her hands clench and for a second, the fire in front of her brightened and grew hotter, the center of it turning into a molten, burning blue for an instant before it settled again.

“I will help the Inquisition however I can until we seal the Breach,” she said, eventually. “After that… we’ll see.”

Varric almost pointed out that that wasn’t really all that different what she’d said before. But he supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers and this time she had at least offered to help, instead of presumably letting herself merely be dragged from place-to-place. At any rate, they weren’t in the position to demand anything more

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #writing #avvar #the inquisitor

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