#Dixon place

[thequeereview]

Theatre Review: The Village! A Disco Daydream (Dixon Place, New York) ★★★★

Ever dodged a legion of hurtling luxury baby strollers on Bleecker Street, only to run into a gaggle of tourists taking selfies outside Carrie’s stoop on Perry, and dreamed of going back to Greenwich Village in the late 70s—during that fleeting era of queer liberation post-Stonewall and pre-AIDS—even just for one evening? Well, now you can, thanks to Nora Burns’ riotous comedy The Village! A…

[travsd]

Sikoryak's Constitution

Don’t get too excited! The show advertised above is from a quarter century ago. We share the image for two reasons: 1) In celebration of the Halloween season, and 2) it was designed by the terrific R. Sikoryak, who has an exciting new project in play: Constitution Illustratred is Sikoryak’s latest graphic take on a well-known but too seldom read document. As I wrote in my recent post, EVERYONE…

[slightlyartist]

Tate :(

[cainache]

a horse named cold air ♱ rick grimes (4x16)

The quiet of the night brings Judith to your mind. You know better than to think about her anymore, Rick has told you to stop, ever since you’d left the prison. Bruised and aching with a ruined Carl and a near deathbed Rick.

Thinking of little Jude just brings on a sadness you can’t quite recover from. He believes she’s gone, you’re not quite sure you believe that.

Tonight had brought you guys Daryl. He was still alive, more of them had to be. Carol? Maggie? Glenn? Your family, they had to be alive, somewhere. It’s what you guys were made for: staying alive.

Tonight had been another show of that.

The Claimers had been brutal. They’d been disgusting, but they brought Daryl back.

There’s an orange glow coating your face as the small fire crackles before you. Wood burns. It leaves a smell in the warm-cold air. Your eyes are fixated on the olden car, Michonne is tucked inside the vehicle with Carl, his head tucked over her lap. Her gentle fingers at his growing hair. Daryl stays against the truck, keeping watch for the time being. Rick is up to be in that spot soon. You soon to enter the car to switch with Michonne. To check on the young boy you care deeply for, once more.

Your mind leaves Judith, only to land on the next Grimes’ child. It’s a cycle. A quiet one you don’t tell Rick about. You don’t ever tell him how much you ache for his children.

Carl, who has been tainted by awful hands only a short hour ago.

You had tried to reach him when it was all happening, the younger boy crying against the ground and it made you sick. You tried and it resulted with you being hit roughly in the jaw by a heavy fist of the grimy man that had been holding you back. The ground had pricked your palms as you fell. Rick had truly lost it then. A man’s throat being ripped. Dead men littering the floor like forgotten wrappers of candy. You hadn’t seen it all. You’d been quick to urge to Carl, the boy sinking into your arms as he watched his father. You hid your face in his sweat ridden hair. You’d been whispering, for Carl, but for yourself too. Trying to ground it all. You’re not sure how you would’ve felt after if you had seen what had happen to the foul men.

“Your lip alright?” His voice frightens you from the quiet. Your head turns rather quickly towards him, he sits at your right side. Rick, he’s covered in blood, a distance look in his eyes. Tonight had been another shock for him. Limits he didn’t know he’d have to cross for his family. You don’t blame him. No one does.

You nod, short, softly. Rick sees how your jaw isn’t tight, he figured it would’ve been. He’ll see a bruise forming when the light of the next day hits your skin and he’ll know he’ll be angry all over again.

“It’s just a little blood, a little swelling. I’m okay,” you whisper. He doesn’t quite believe you.

A hand slowly leaves his knee and it encases one of yours on your thigh. His touch brings a chill to your skin. Your pointer finger hooks with his thumb. “I’m okay, Rick..” You whisper again. Not sure if it’s for you or him, but it’s been said. “I know,” he mumbles. It sounds all too soft for the way he looks right now.

Your sullen eyes land on a water bottle by Michonne’s pack. All your packs line up together.

Your eyes and Daryl’s seem to land on it at the same time. He gives you a short nod, like he’s read your mind. You smile, small, at him. He quietly kicks off the car and hands you his rag from his back pocket. You lean away from Rick’s grasp for it, mumbling a thank you to the long haired man with striking blue eyes, even in the dark of the night. He nods before heading back to watch.

Rick hadn’t seem to notice the encounter. He’s far away, right now. You don’t pry.

You just reach for the water and damp the rag softly, trying not to use so much.

You turn back to the man next to you, and his skin looks awfully beautiful under the orange hue of the fire and the mix of the red of blood. “Rick,” you call gently.

His gaze switches to you, in a heartbeat. “Everything’s okay,” you manage to say. He nods, his jaw loosening from its tense hold at your soft voice. It’s honey in his ears, it calms an ache in his chest. “I know, sweetheart.”

You smile, small, and look down at the rag. “Can I?” He doesn’t say anything, just juts his chin out a little for you.

You gently take ahold of his face. His beard rough against the meat of your palm. His skin older than yours, but still adored by you. You clean gently at his red skin, and with time the red fades. His eyes watch you focus, and his hands gently encases your calves. He just needs to hold something of you.

You send him a small smile. The red is gone, for the most part. “You’re a good man, Rick.”

His brows soften and he opens his legs for you to slide between them. You do.

Your head rests on his chest as he drapes an arm around you. His chin rests on the crown of you head. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He presses a soft kiss to your crown.

And despite his reminding words, you think of Judith in the cold that’s masked by a fire.

You know she’s out there. They’re all out there. You’ll find them soon. You know it, Rick will soon too.

[royboyfanpage]

Yes Ollie's reaction to Connor being his son is OOC. No I will not accept any retconning are you kidding me.

It is funny how in an attempt I assume to make Ollie seem more favourable they retconned it so he did know about Connor so there could be the "oh he felt guilty about abandoning him that's why he reacted the way he did :(" aspect but like. Him giving up on looking for Connor because he found Roy is worse. You do see how that's worse right.

[sepia-stained-sunset]

Broken Bat #4

I love these panels because they're so visceral..like you can absolutely see the physical toll it's taking on Tim to get himself free, everything from the clenched jaw to the sweat beading on his forehead really sells the agony

However.

I would like to know what the hell the poses in the previous panels were about.

Tim. You're in the middle of a battle...this isn't the time to show off your legs??

But it's not even his fault

His mentor was this guy after all

[llynwen]

my take on the whole nun situation is that daryl is fucking scared. hes stuck in france, not sure he will ever get to see his family again, not even sure if they still care about him (which is a ridiculous concept but him verbalizing this doubt is indicative of just how down in the dumps he's been feeling). he is also starting to care for the kid and isabelle, which is also scary because if he Does manage to get home, he will never see them again, and if he lets himself get attached then that will be yet another loss that he'll have to deal with. so he's kind of stuck in this situation where he is desperate for some familiarity and comfort (hence his sudden change of attitude towards the kid, i mean he rly did a whole 180 from yelling at the fucker to teaching him how to play baseball) but also trying to remember where his loyalties lie (family back home). then we get to the kiss scene. i think it's interesting that he only goes for it after she tells him her and the kid will go to america with him. cause he must be so damn relieved! this way he gets to both go back And keep these new people that he cares about in his life. I also think that him doing this thing that we've never seen him do before (and at this point i'd like to remind everybody that we've only ever seen him hold leah's hand, as far as i'm concerned his cherry remains firmly unpopped thank you very much) is a result of being thrown into this completely new environment. i think it's a kind of might as well situation. he's already all the way out there, he's not sure he'll ever get back, he's not sure he wants to get back (because he's convinced nobody cares about him. as one does). and since isabelle is Visibly interested in him (which, for someone who was raised catholic is Extremely Amusing. like, sister ion think jesus would appreciate you frenching the hot american, no matter how good he looks in them overalls), maybe this is the way for him to ensure her and the kid stay in his life. basically, what i'm saying is, daryl is confused and scared and lost and just doing things that feel right at the moment and he doesn't know what to do with himself or the situation. i cannot wait for carol to smack him upside the head and drag his dumbass home.

[dix0nvix3n]

I need Daryl and Scud to both hug me so tight that they crush all my bones but fix my heart :')

Oh god same. This made me think about what their hugs/ cuddling with them is like. Scud is the type to be very clingy when hugging you/ is very fidgety. Scud would constantly be playing with your hair and drawing patterns on your skin and the moment you try to pull away, he's pulling you back. Hugging and cuddling ends on his terms. Daryl doesn't outwardly show that clinginess as much as Scud (even though he is inwardly that clingy teehee) but he still does the mindless shapes and playing with your hair but he usually just wants to keep his arms as tight around you as possible, he loves being that protector for you, he loves that you feel safe in his arms. Both of them run like furnaces though, really good for when you're cold but if you're burning up and they're asleep holding you they both have a strong grip so it seems like you just have to suffer the rest of the night ehejhejeh! Also, they both have hands of hard work in very different ways but I just think their hands would feel so nice rubbing up and down your back.

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Carol and Daryl up in the drag club on a monday

[lazyneonrabbitt]

How people picture Daryl's cabin in most in-universe fanfiction:

Daryl's actual cabin in Shared Interests Pt.2 and following:

He lives at the edge of the forest, with many generations of builders and woodworkers before him in his pack. His grandpa's cabin is of the highest quality. He's just more of a lober so it's no longer always filled with a random amount of werewolves.

[pageslearntothink]

“Dog, get over ‘ere!”

Beth jumped at the scolding voice behind her and when she turned around, she caught sight of a Belgian malinois rushing toward her. Daryl was coming out of the barn and he barked another order at the dog, but it kept coming until it was in front of Beth, sniffing at her boots and hands. Daryl was there a moment later, grabbing at the animal’s collar and hauling him away from her.

“Sit,” he ordered. The dog obeyed this time, sitting next to Daryl, its tongue rolling out of its mouth as it panted. Daryl looked at Beth, wincing a little. “Sorry, he ain’t normally like that.”

“I didn’t know we had a dog,” Beth said in response.

“Ya don’t, I do,” Daryl told her, releasing the dog’s collar when he had settled down a bit. He started to scratch the animal behind a pointed ear. “Hershel let ‘im stay with me in the bunkhouse.”

Beth nodded in understanding. “He’s friendly?”

Daryl grunted an affirmative.

“Can I pet him?”

Daryl just motioned to his companion. Beth held a hand out and the dog sniffed her fingers before giving them a lick. She took that as an invitation and gave him a scratch on the top of his head.

“Good boy,” Daryl praised, kneeling down to rub up and down his back. The dog’s tail wagged excitedly, delighted to get so much attention.

“He’s cute,” Beth said with a smile. “What’s his name?”

“Dog.”

Beth’s eyebrows knitted together but before she could say anything to that, Caesar snorted behind them.

“Yep, Daryl’s just that creative.”

Daryl flipped him off and Beth wondered if his ears were red because he was blushing or they were sunburned. The man grunted as he rose from his kneeling position and watched her pensively as she continued to pet Dog. “It a’right he stays here?”

“Oh!” Beth nodded quickly. “Yeah, of course, I don’t have any problem with it. You seem to have him well trained and well, he’s adorable.”

Dog’s tongue swiped up her cheek when her head was turned and she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

-A Place to Land

(new fic coming soon!)

[jetsetclassic]

hello jerixon nation (2 people)

[travsd]

Trav S.D. and the Civil War at Dixon Place

Trav S.D. and Mountebanks present  Fragments of  a House Divided Tuesday, April 21 at 7:30pm at Dixon Place, 161A Chrystie Street, NYC April, 2015 marks the 150th anniversary of the end of the Civil War. To observe the occasion Trav S.D. will be presenting sections of his Civil War circus comedy A House Divided, written as companion piece to Kitsch (presented at Theater for the New City in 2009.)…

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

everyone always lets me down. always.

i know daryl never would.

[metal-sludge]

Rock profiles for WARRANT (1984 - present) in RAW, December 1989.

[afeatherypileofjunk]

'The lab she was made in was heavily associated with MR.'

'According to Yeuc_c, Bive is a lab accident.'

The only character I can think of thats related to area 51 (thats also relevant to the lore) is Mr. James Dixon, entirely because of the Dixon generators. Since Mr. Dixon our founder is dead. He could potentially be the spirit possessing our beloathed Rock God? sort of monitoring the NPCs and us players on how we use the REGRETEVATOR despite being dead.

Though this doesn't really explain why Bive was created in the first place. Or why all these UFOs and creatures exist in the first place? Maybe we'll learn more about it as the weeks pass. Who knows

Buuut I'm kind of just spitballing here. Idk. Thoughts?